Page 127 of One Good Crash
"Of course," she said. "It's like any other date. It doesn’t always end with sex." She flicked her head in my direction and said, "And even if it did, Lord knows she could use the experience."
Oh, for God's sake.I practically yelled, "Just stop, okay?"
My mom turned back to me and said, "Oh come on. You know it's true."
Okay, so I hadn't been with a ton of guys, but only because I knew where that road led, and itwasn'tgood. Still, I took a deep breath and forced some calm into my voice. "I'm not discussing this."Especially now, in front of a guy I'm so crazy about it.
But it was too late. My mom was on a roll. "And, do youseriouslywant to marry the first person you fuck?"
No.What Iwantedto do was dig a hole and throw myself into it. Or hell, maybe I'd just toss in my mom and call it good.
Through gritted teeth, I said, "I'm not a virgin if that's what you're implying."
She gave me a thin smile. "Yeah, well, you might as well be. WhenIwas your age, I had tons of experience." She looked back to Jax and said, "And I don't see whyyou'reon such a high horse. There's nothing wrong with wanting a pretty girl on your arm."
"Yeah?" he said. "How about paying one to ride your cock?"
At the image, I felt a rush of heat – some good, but mostly bad.
The good?It happened to be Jax's cock I was thinking of, and the image of us together sent a bolt of heat straight to my core.
And the bad?I was obviously losing my mind. I mean, seriously, why on Earth was I thinking of thisnow?
After all, I had a hole to dig and no shovel.
Damn it.
When my mom's only reply was a loose shrug, Jax persisted, "Do you see anything wrong withthat?" His tone grew harder and colder, and just a little bit scary. "And what if the girl's your own daughter?" He shook his head. "What the hell's the matter with you?"
Listening, I couldn't help but flinch. He made everything sound so terrible, which, sadly, it was.
But my mom wasn't flinching. "Oh, please," she said. "Let's all be honest here. You wouldn't even be fucking her if she was ugly."
I yelled, "Will you just shut up!" I wasn't even sure who I was yelling at.Her? Him? Both?
My mom turned to me and said, "No. I will not shut up. I'm saying this for your own good."
I gave a bitter laugh. "Oh, please. You've never done anything formygood."
"That's not true!" she said. "I've done lots of things."
"Really?" I crossed my arms. "Like what?"
"Well, Ihadyou for one thing."
"Yeah. And you only didthatto snag a rock star."
Her mouth opened, but she made no reply. It suddenly struck me that this was the first time I'd actually come out and accused her of having me just to trap some rich, famous guy.
But she shouldn't've been surprised. After all, I'd heard the story straight from her. And Tabitha, too. Repeatedly.
Especially on my birthdays.
My mom whirled to Jax. "You made her say that!"
I yelled, "He did not!"
Unlike us, Jax wasn't yelling. With a long, cold look, he told my mom, "Let's get one thing straight. I don't 'make' her do anything. And I'm not gonna either."
