The Bad Boy Bargain (Suttonville Sentinels #1)(55)

“Jesus.”

“You keep saying that. I think that means He wants me to help you.”

“Okay, fine. Lover. There, I said it.” Kyle closed his eyes. Was it hot in here?

“Easy, take a breath. You’re fine, Kyle.” Cade tapped him on the ankle with his foot again. “Open those eyes. There’s no girl here to scare you.”

Kyle did as he was asked, pinning Cade with a hard glare. “I’m not afraid of girls.”

Cade clapped his hands. “A breakthrough! Outstanding.”

“You want me to be pissed with you?”

“Yes.” Cade leaned forward, his expression intense. “Because, man, you are one angry son of a bitch. It’s seeping out of your pores.”

Kyle clenched his fists. There wasn’t anything to hit, though. “Of course I’m angry. I’m an eighteen-year-old virgin who hides behind a costume to keep from feeling like hell all day long.”

“And how well do you think a pissed-at-the-world guy can let go and enjoy sexy times with a gorgeous lady, huh? No, wait, I’ll tell you.” Cade jabbed a finger at him. “Never. That’s your problem. You’re still so damned hurt that you can’t even see that people outside your house care about you. You think that you have to be someone else to be worth knowing.”

Kyle let out a shaking breath. “That hurt, man.”

“Good. You’re not going to deal with this unless it hurts.” Cade stood and started pacing. “Kyle, you forgot who you are. You shoved away everything you enjoy to hide behind a suit of armor that’s choking you day in and day out. I know baseball makes you happy. And gardening does, too. But how many people at school know you have a lawn business?”

“You and Faith,” he mumbled. “Oh, and Faith’s friend Violet.”

“And why’s that?”

Kyle’s neck, face, and chest burned. “Because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone.”

“Why?” Cade’s tone was hard, giving him no quarter, no way out.

“Because I’m worried someone will give me crap about it. That it’s weird, or something. Like it’s beneath them, and I’m too stupid to get a ‘real job.’”

“Not worried,” Cade said, still harsh, still pushing just like a coach would. “Scared. Say it. Say it and own it, then check how you feel.”

Kyle jumped up to face him, all the frustration pouring out of him at once. “I am scared, you jackass. Okay? I’m terrified.”

Cade patted his shoulder awkwardly. “I know. But here’s a secret—so is everyone else. You’re pretty awesome, man. Good-looking, athletic, rich as hell, and despite all those character flaws, a nice guy. Don’t let someone else’s opinion shit on that for you.” One corner of Cade’s mouth lifted in a sad smile. “I’m goofy, a complete nerd, and totally middle class. But I’ll tell you something—I’m willing to trust that other people won’t be douches about all my shortcomings and like me for me. And that, my friend, is why I’m good in the sack.”

“Because you’re goofy and totally middle class?” Kyle asked, finding a sad smile of his own. Hadn’t Faith said almost the same thing, about everyone having baggage?

“No, because I trust people. And I work hard to make sure they can trust me. You’ve made a good step that direction, coming to see me about this. Next step will be to try to fix things with Faith. She’ll understand if you give her a chance.”

“I hurt her pretty bad.”

“Girls are resilient. And another word of wisdom? It’s always the quiet ones. Those girls? I’m telling you, they’re the best. Don’t go for the flirty, bold ones. They’re too into themselves. Sweet girls, given the right care and feeding, will blow your mind.”

Kyle laughed uncomfortably. “I feel really weird about this conversation.”

“As you should.” Cade picked the book up off his bed. “Sex manual. My mom gives it to clients who have intimacy issues. I know you know how the mechanics work, but this will help with other stuff. Oh, and Kyle? You need to buy some condoms. That way you don’t have an excuse to back out when you’re finally ready.”

Shaking his head, Kyle took the book. Half the words rearranged themselves on the page. Good thing there were pictures, because he was pretty sure his reading tutors wouldn’t help him decipher these pages. “If my grandpa finds this, he’ll give me hell for a month.”

“No, he won’t. Remember—trust people not to be douches. Vulnerability is a good thing. Girls find it pretty sexy, my man.”

Kyle tucked the book under his arm, careful not to look at the cover. “This is the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had.”

“But do you feel better?” Cade’s expression was hopeful.

Kyle thought it over. For once, starting a relationship with Faith—even kissing her, and maybe more—didn’t make him feel all spastic inside. Maybe she’d understand why he did the things he’d done to survive high school. Maybe she wouldn’t laugh, or get pissed. “Yeah. Funny enough, I do.”

“Good.” He beamed. “That’ll be eight hundred dollars.”

“Ha-ha. How about a burger sometime this week?”