Page 52 of Ruck Me

Donal smirked. “Name one time I’ve said I fucked one of ‘em.”

I thought back over the last few months, all the times he’d talked about bringing girls home … all the screaming and moaning I’d heard coming from his room. “Dude, if you’re not fucking them, what are you doing in there?”

“I’m a very good kisser,” he answered, waggling his brows.

“That’s not the sound a woman makes when you kissher.”

“It is if you’re kissing her pussy,” he replied with a knowingwink.

I laughed. “Let me see if I have this straight. You haven’t fucked a girl, but you’re a master at eating themout?”

“Yup. It’s a good thing I love the taste of pussy,” he said, licking hislips.

“And blowjobs?”

His eyes turned somber. “Only a few times,” he admitted with a pained sigh. “I come too quick, so I stopped letting them try. I’d rather they go home talking about my epic tongue than my quick trigger.”

“Fuck dude. That’s … I don’tknow.”

“It fucking sucks,” he admitted. “But I’ve made my bed so now I have to lie init.”

“You need a me,” I said, an idea forming.

Donal laughed. “Yeah, I’m not turninggay.”

“Not like that, asshole. I mean, someone you trust that you can have sex with so it’s not this big deal anymore.”

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “And where is this paragon of benevolence and charity, do you suppose? I don’t exactly have any female friends. Certainly none that I trust.”

“A hooker for the hooker?” I asked with a smirk.

“Nice one, but I’m not paying for sex either.” Donal turned thoughtful. “But you’re not entirely wrong. I probably should make an effort to meet someone nice, not just a girl who’s looking to hook up with a rugby player.”

“I’d offer to introduce you to one of Aoife’s friends, but I don’t really know any of them. What with keeping our relationship a secret and all, she hasn’t introducedus.”

“What a pair of sad sacks we are. I’m not having sex because I’m too chicken shit to turn out like my dad and you’re not having sex because your girlfriend is afraid of her brother findingout.”

“Shit, when you put it like that, it really is depressing.” I slid along the booth. “I’m going to need anotherbeer.”

“And a shot of whiskey.”

“And a shot of whiskey,” I agreed. Hell, I might even make ittwo.

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