Page 21 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Damn straight.” I nod. “I have to have the competition on deck.”
“Or ondick.” Jo laughs at her own joke.
Michelle looks even more confused than before. “What if you’re with a virgin who doesn’t know what he’s doing? Do you scold him? Or do you just fake it?”
“Wait a second,” I say, holding up my hand. “You’re telling me youfakeorgasms?”
She blankly stares at me. “Not all the time, but I have in the past.”
“Good lord,” I sigh. “I think we just figured out why you’re wound so tight.”
“I am not wound tight,” she argues.
I decide not to argue with her about that point. Instead, I pivot. “And yes, I have been with virgins before. I actually like virgins. They take direction well and are eager beavers.”
Liz jumps in, “Ronnie, I think you’re the one with aneager beaver.”
Well, she’s not wrong.
“My point is that when I’m with a guy, I’m not going to pretend that I like something. Let’s say he’s going down on me, doing something that is never going to get me off. If I fake an orgasm, he’s going to think that doing that thing is the way to do that every time. At that point, it isn’t his fault because he thinks he’s doing something that I love. Faking orgasms only leads to more faked orgasms.”
Leah taps her finger on her chin. “I think I got a fortune cookie one time that said that.”
We all talk and laugh, and I realize as much as I miss this town while I’m gone, I miss my family more. We have such a great dynamic, I feel bad for being away for so long.
We finish our drinks, and a waitress comes to get our order for more–much to my dismay since I wanted to go back to the bar. I’ll have to find another way to get the hottie’s attention.
When Liz jokingly asks if anyone is going to ride the mechanical bull, I know exactly how to make that happen.
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Gorgeous
Drew
There are some women who you take one look at, and you just know there’s something special about them. You look at them and know that from the moment you say hello, they’re either going to rock your world or cause you a heap of trouble.
Something tells me this woman could be both.
When she walked to the bar earlier, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her curves are enough to bring a man to his knees. I’vealways been more of a boob man, but that ass of hers may be enough to convert me.
Who am I kidding? She has more than enough of both. It's apparent she knows what she has. I certainly took notice of the way she leaned over the counter and put on a little show as she walked away.
Under normal circumstances, I would have gone over and talked to her. But she looks like she’s here with a group of her girlfriends. I don’t want to interrupt their good time. That hasn’t stopped us from exchanging knowing glances every once in a while. I can’t help but look over at her.
Her long black hair hangs in shiny waves down her back. Her big brown eyes have a hint of sparkle on the lids, and her lips have a sleek gloss on them.
She’s beautiful.
To keep myself from staring and drooling, I pull out my phone and play some stupid game for a little while.
When I look up from the screen to order another beer, she’s no longer at the table. Although I miss the eye candy, it’s probably for the best. I don’t need to look like a weirdo who can’t stop staring.
I get lost in my own thoughts for a little while, making a mental list of everything I need to get done while hoping Colton is having a good time.
Just when I think that I’ve gotten the beauty out of my head, my attention is drawn to the corner of the bar where a mechanical bull sits. I don’t know how I didn't notice it before, but there’s no way in hell I could miss it now.
The woman I was eye-flirting with is now standing front and center, ready to take a turn.
