This is why I don’t like having sex talk around friends. I can’t even call these dudes friends because I don’t really know them. Eventually, after three more beers, the conversation lands on Bonner and his facts about sex. He’s surprisingly full of them. “I’m serious. Only 2 percent of women can come during sex.”
Jason snorts. “That’s not true.”
Bonner nods like he’s trying to convince us of his knowledge. His cheeks are flushed like maybe he’s had too many, but, I guarantee you, he’s a seasoned drinker for sure. “It’s true.”
“Well, those broken bitches need to get it together,” I say, because I need to add my two cents, right? Nope. I don’t. But I do. “Kel comes every time.”
You’re probably thinking, shut the fuck up, dumbass. Drunk me is thinking to himself:She does, doesn’t she?
Just so you know, I shouldn’t be talking about this. Look at Steve. He hasn’t said a fucking word because he knows. You shouldn’t dish details about married sex. It’ll backfire on you later.
“She’s probably faking it,” Jason snickers, tossing his empty beer can in the trash can next to me.
I’m currently using the can to support myself, but then I think about what Jason said. Is she? Nah. She couldn’t be. I’d know if she was faking, right?
Bonner leans forward, dipping his head to catch my attention. He waits until we’re making eye contact before suggesting, “I think you just need to spice it up a bit.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Like how?”
“Make a sex tape.”
“What?” I gasp. “No. I’m not making a sex tape. Nobody is seeing my wife naked.”
“Not for public consumption.” Bonner laughs and takes a seat on a stack of spare tires he has laying around. “For you two only. Spice it up a bit. She’s probably tired of your old ass and bored.”
“Or she’s depressed,” Steve points out, like he knows why but won’t say. I haven’t been open about why Kelly and I are having problems, or even what happened with Mara. For all these guys know, we have four kids and never had five.
“Okay. Let’s say she’s depressed.” Bonner shifts on the tires, waving his arms around like he’s preparing for a great debate. “She’s sad and vulnerable. She’s screaming for you to cure her with your cock.”
Just then, Bonner’s wife enters the garage with a bag on her shoulder and dressed in a tiny black dress that barely covers her ass cheeks. Actually, scratch that, it doesn’t. I see the white tan lines on the tops of her thighs from where she tans.
Why am I looking?
Clearing my throat, I attempt to look away, as do Steve and Jason, but it’s a useless attempt when she bends over and tosses her bag in the front seat of the Ferrari. “Mind if I take your car today, babe?” she asks Bonner, straddling him on the tires.
“Sure,” he mumbles, attacking her with kisses.
The guys and me look away, make awkward small talk. Thankfully, Ashlynn leaves and Bonner adjusts himself.
“Seriously, dude, is she really an actress?”
Bonner smiles. “Yes.”
Jason gets right in his face, and Steve, he looks like he might turn into a tomato. For a guy who walks around half-dressed, it’s surprising that anything would embarrass him. “What kind of actress?”
There’s a moment of silence, like he’s about to tell us she’s a secret service agent or some shit, but then he cracks and runs his hand through his hair, smirking like he’s withholding a secret. “She’s an adult film star,” Bonner finally admits. “Porn star. But don’t let her hear you call it that. She’s sensitive to the label.”
The statement’s followed by an awkward beat of silence. Nobody says a goddamn thing.
I feel like I won the lottery in that moment because I totally pegged that one. The next hour is filled with tons of questions about how and why and seriously?
Jason is the first to speak, and if you know the guy, this isn’t surprising. I can see why Kate divorced him. Holy shit, I’m not very nice when I’ve been drinking. Anyway, Jason levels Bonner a straight face. “Like which ones?”
Bonner’s eyes slide to his, narrowing like he hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?”
“Which pornos does she play in?”
“I’m not telling you that. You’re gonna go home to your basement and jerk off to it.”