Page 82 of Grave Misgivings
Geo’s cheeks flush. “Oh.”
“And to answer your question, no. I mean, it hurts a little bit, but it’s not abadhurt. Unless I’m not prepped enough, of course, but...” I shrug. “Can I askyoua very personal question?” I say.
Geo nods. “Depends on what it is,” he says carefully.
“Did you ever want to? Have sex, I mean. With any of your girlfriends?”
He stops playing, twisting his lips, and for a moment I think he’s not going to answer me, but then he does.
“Not really. I was kinda burned on the whole fucking around thing after Tiffany.”
I raise my eyebrow. I remember Geo dating a girl when I first met Katy. She was around for a couple dinners, but then she disappeared.
“What happened with Tiffany?” I ask.
“She was really, really pushy. She made me feel like Ineededto give hersomething. She told me she needed to “connect” with me physically so we could be a better couple. So, I let her talk me into sucking my dick, and it was kind of the worst experience ever.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Geo nods. “Told you, defective.”
He sets the guitar down on the ground. Then he shifts his position on the couch, putting us closer together. He catches my gaze.
“Sounds like she just wasn’t very good at it.” I smirk.
“Yeah, and on top of the teeth and the attitude, I couldn’t... you know, and she kinda took it personally and broke up with me after that.”
“Ouch.” I rest my hand on his leg.
He shifts, leaning against the back of the couch. “I pretty much just kind of put a lock on it after that. I didn’t want to deal with the guilt or the shame that came with that more than once.”
“It didn’t feel right,” I say, squeezing his thigh.
Geo casts me a soft smirk. “No, it didn’t.” He slides his hand over my hip, and I let him pull me in. His dark gaze searches mine.
“Just for the record, I don’t think you’re defective,” he says. “I think those assholes just didn’t deserve you.”
“Probably not, but I didn’t think I deserved them, either,” I admit.
“You deserve so much more,” he says, and the weight of his words are heavy in the air as I settle between his legs.
The motion makes the cushions dip from our combined weight. I don’t miss the heat of his palm against the sliver of skin that is exposed from beneath my shirt and pants.
“So do you,” I say as I lean forward, pushing him back against the arm of the couch.
I slide my hand through his hair, watching the color shift in his eyes from gold to copper.
“I can stop, if you want me to,” I say as I lean in.
His gaze falls to my lips, his fingers digging into my hip.
“I just... need you to know that we don’thaveto do anything if you don’t want to,” I assure him, though I’m not sure if I say the words for his sake, or for my own.
I just know that I want him, more than I’ve wantedanyone,and I don’t want to fuck this up.
There is a heavy silence as he shifts his position, sinking back as he brings his legs up on both sides of my body, forcing me to fall further between his legs. His cock twitches against my stomach and he gazes down at me.
“That’s the thing that’s scary,” he says, chewing his bottom lip. His gaze darkens. “I don’t want you to stop.”
