Page 52 of The Wingman

My curiosity piques. “Do most guys know how to give a girl a G-spot orgasm? It’s the spot on the front wall of the?—”

“I know what the G-spot is, Darcy.” His eyes close briefly.

Of course he does. “I knowyoudo.” My face goes red as I try not to picture Hayden in my bed, fingers buried deep inside me, coaxing me closer to an orgasm. Heat coils low in my belly and I cross my legs, squeezing tight.

“What about other guys?” I peek over at him. “Is that something guys talk about in the locker room?”

“Not really.”

His expression is unusually flat, totally devoid of humor or teasing, and embarrassment floods through me. Ohgod. I just asked my wingman a horrifying question.

“You know what?” My voice is high, and I laugh to lighten the tension. “Pretend I never asked. This is mortifying. I think I’m drunk.”

Thatmakes Hayden huff with amusement, and the grin splitting across his face eases some of my humiliation. “You’re not drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” I confirm. “I just say dumb things sometimes. Sorry. I was going for fun, flirty conversation, and I took us straight to weird and inappropriate.”

“No.” He shakes his head, smiling a little. “It’s fine. You canask me anything.” His gaze slides to me, curious. “Why are you asking about this?”

My face burns again. The answer is embarrassing.

“Darce,” he coaxes, starting to grin.

“Because I don’t think I’ve ever had one?” I wince. “I don’t mean to put you in an awkward position. You won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want people thinking Kit is, like, bad in bed or something.”

He was just vanilla. A little passive and tentative. Rushed.

Boring, a voice whispers in my head.Selfish.

Hayden shakes his head, mouth flattening. “I won’t say a word.”

“Did Kit ever mention anything about that stuff to you?”

Alarm flashes in his eyes. “Sex stuff?”

I nod.

“No. Well—” He runs a hand over his hair, adopting an uneasy expression. “In December, he said something that implied you two weren’t really…” His eyes meet mine. “Yeah.”

“Sleeping together.”

“Yep.”

I’m sure Hayden has a thousand questions, but he’s too polite to ask. In the last six months of our relationship, Kit and I had sex twice. I knew things weren’t right, and I was talking myself in and out of breaking up with him, and sleeping together felt disingenuous. Like I was lying or giving him false hope.

He gives me a sidelong look. “You want to talk about it?”

“No.” I sigh. “Yes. I don’t know. Nothing was wrong. Was the sex mind-blowing and life-altering? No. It was just sex. It was comfortable and predictable and nice.”

“Nice,” Hayden repeats in a weird tone, looking straight ahead.

“Yes. Nice. Simple. That’s how sex in a relationship is.”Another reason why I’m not eager to jump back into something long term. I want my fun hookup years.

“We were each other’s first.” I swallow past a knot, stirring the ice in my glass. “We didn’t know what we were doing. I still don’t, obviously. So I’m curious about what’s out there.” The idea of fooling around with some strange guy makes my muscles tense in a bad way, though. “When I’m ready.”

“When you’re ready,” he echoes.

We’re quiet for a long time, and with every second, I regret opening my big mouth.

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