Page 12 of All Her Broken Pieces

“You act like this is the first time we’ve met to discuss one of your hookups.” She rolls her eyes at me as she takes a seat. “This isn’t amateur hour.”

I wince as I sit back down in my chair. Damn, it’s been a while since I’ve been thoroughly fucked like this.

“It hurts to sit, doesn’t it? Was he good in bed? Tell me he’s good in bed, and that face is an it-hurts-to-sit-because-the-sex-is-so-good face!”

“Yes and no.” Pushing my palm into my abdomen, I blow out a breath as the sharp pain in my torso slowly eases.

She looks at me confused, and then recognition stretches across her face. “Oh shit, it’s getting worse, isn’t it?”

“While it is true that Ethan is the reason sitting hurts right now, the cramps are getting worse.”

“Are you getting it checked out?”

“Yeah, I have my yearly checkup next week. It’s probably nothing.”

“Text me after, yeah?”

“I will. Anyway, where were we?”

“The dick. You were telling me all about the dicking you got from Ethan.”

Laughing, I take a sip of my Americano, letting the bitter flavors swirl over my tongue.

“I don’t know how you can drink that without cream or sugar.” She makes a gagging face as she empties three sugar packets into her cup while humming “A Spoonful of Sugar” and swirling the drink with a stirrer.

“And I don’t know how you can drink that swill.”

“We like what we like, I guess.” She flashes a grin at me as though my barbs do nothing to her. And they don’t. Her armor is impenetrable to my thorns. That’s why we’ve been friends for so long.

Becka and I have known each other since college. She’s the yin to my yang. The extrovert who adopted this introvert kicking and screaming. She’s light, bubbly, and happy, an eternal optimist. I, on the other hand, don’t like people. I tried to resist her, but she somehow worked her way into my heart, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Anyway, you were saying?” She flutters her lashes at me.

“He was… quite unexpected.” I can feel my cheeks heat as images of the previous evening flood my mind. “Becka, the mouth on this man. At first I thought he was shy, or annoyed with his friend, but there was an entirely different side to him once we were alone. I swear there was one time when I was rubbing up on him, and his words alone made me come. And his dick! I’ve been with well-endowed men before, but this was different. He actually knew how to use it. I’ve been railed by a guy or two who thought having a big dick was enough and jackhammering me into the mattress with it was acceptable. Zero out of ten stars, do not recommend. But Ethan? He had the right length and more than enough girth.”

“So, he had BDE and knew how to use it? You found the unicorn. Please tell me you’re going to see him again.”

“I don’t know. He texted me, but he’s so young, and I don’t need any complications right now. It was just mind-blowing sex.”

“And how often do you have sex like that?”

“Good sex? Often enough. Great sex? Sometimes. Mind-blowing? That was a first. I sat on the man’s face, Becka—like, actuallysaton it. I tried to hover, and he growled and pulled me down.”

“Unreal. I have to tell the book club about this. I’ve only ever read that in a book.”

“Don’t you dare tell your mom friends about my sex life! The first rule of fight club…”

“I’m just kidding… maybe.” She giggles, but I know my secret’s safe with her. “Seriously, I’m living vicariously through you. Robert and I have been together for so long that we have a routine down, and it’s nothing like what you experienced.”

I examine her more closely. I see more than envy in her green eyes; there’s a hint of sadness there too. “Is everything okay with you and Robert?”

She takes a sip of her coffee before twisting her wrist in the air to brush me off. “Yeah, I think we’re just in a rut. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to reverse this on me. I’m glad you met someone who gave you an amazing night, but you’re still deflecting a bigger issue here.”

I thought I played that off better. “I really am fine.”

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