Page 26 of Thunder

Andy remained silent, Lexi became impatient.

“Damn, he did dumb fuck you. Twenty minutes. Your twenty minutes. The minutes you’ve been obsessing over for three fucking years? The reason you’ve been practically celibate, past tense, of course.”

Andy could hear her blood whooshing through her veins. Luckily her chair hadn’t moved because she ass-planted right back onto it. She hadn’t thought about that time since she was with Ni— Thunder. “Oh, shit, he did dick me dumb.”

Three fucking years and all it took was getting fucked six ways to Sunday for her to let it go. As in, she didn’t really care anymore. That revelation was mind-boggling. If Lexi hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t even have realized she’d Elsa’d that shit. Now that it was at the fore, she grasped how fucking freeing it was. She could breathe and live, and just be. Then a wave of sadness took over. Thunder had done the impossible, but now he was likely out of reach.

Even if she could get his attention and convince him she wasn’t the lying slut he thought she was, could she get over the words they exchanged? Could she forgive him for cutting her deep and opening old wounds?

Then it hit her.

“Lexi, why are you bringing that up? I’ve been okay. Well, okay where that was concerned anyway.”

Her best friend gave her a look of pity. One that made her bristle. The last time someone gave her that look, it was her boyfriend’s sister when she marched his skeletons out of the closet in some sick fucked-up parade of her failures.

“Because chica, I think I know what you did with that twenty minutes.”

“What?” Her words were breathless and bated with anticipation.

“Not so much a what, but who. Thunder. Or rather, Killer.”

Her brain felt like it was mired in peanut butter. She knew there was a point to Lexi’s words, but for the life of her, she couldn’t comprehend it or them.

“Seriously, dude, it explains everything.” Lexi started ticking points off with her fingers while Ripley leaned against the wall and just listened and nodded. “Why he thinks you’re running a game. Why he thinks you lied, and why he made the slutty comments. You gave it to him good, but you don’t remember. So, of course, being a man, he thinks you’re playing games. No man wants to believe a woman could forget his dick. He has no idea you have a brain injury.”

“Oh, shit.” This from her boss as she threw her acrylic stiletto tipped nailed hand over her mouth. Ripley was always the picture of composure, but she was looking like a gossipy college girl. Which spoke volumes.

“Oh, shit what? Seriously, ladies, I am about to scream. I am more confused than I’ve been in a long fucking time and that is saying something.”

“Ugh, I swear, If I didn’t love you like crazy, I’d dump your ass and upgrade friends. You told me before you left that night that you were going to, and I quote, risk it for the biscuit. I assumed it was like all the other nights you said you planned on talking to the fighter known as Killer, and you’d chicken shit out. But what if you didn’t? What if you and him got down and dirty? I mean, it makes sense.”

“You’re reaching, Lexi. I know those guys are your friends and you want us to ride off into the sunset like we are in some MC romance novel, but that’s just wishful thinking.” She finally took a breath, but when she did, something scratched at the back of her mind.

“Holy, fuck! How did I not see it before? You fit the description to a T. You’re the girl he railed in the locker room and hasn’t shut up about since. Fuck, wait’ll I tell the rest of the crew. Seriously, though, you got the golden snatch to hear him tell it.”

Lexi beamed at Ripley’s words, but Andy was too busy trying to fit all the jigsaw pieces together, to actually see the picture yet.

“I fucked Killer?”

“Not only fucked him. Let’s just say, if he dicked you dumb last weekend, you snatched his ass stupid three years ago,” Ripley deadpanned.

“This is glorious news, right Andy?” Lexi was so hopeful. It gutted Andy to disappoint her.

“I’m not sure if that’s what happened.” She was now thoroughly fucked. Either she did him and couldn’t remember or she didn’t. That was its own fucked-up problem, but now she was back to obsessing over that twenty minutes again.More therapy, yay me.

Andy cringed before the words even left her mouth, but she needed details. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking this, but, can you tell me what you know?” Having her boss be privy to her sex life was one thing, her being the only one in the room privy, well, that was just beyond fucked-up.

It was a double-edged sword. If she didn’t have details—if in fact it actually happened—it wouldn’t help her remember. If she had details, that meant the man ran his mouth about a private matter.

“According to Pound, you walked right up to him when he left the octagon and stuck your hands down his shorts. Every time Thunder would mention going to the fights to find you or ask around about you, Pound’s version would grow. As of last month, you gave him a full handy until he nutted right there.”

Andy was horrified.

“Calm down, like I said, it grew, so I would only put stock in the initial retelling, which was you grabbed his dick and then you two disappeared in back. You bolted in an unknown direction and Thunder wanted to find you on the spot. Totally pussy whipped from the get. But Granite called church, and they had to jet.”

Andy’s hand worried at the scar on her temple.

“Thunder went back every night there were fights until Granite ordered him to get his head out of his ass.”

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