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“But seriously, dude,” he pressed on. “What are you going to do, just wait for her to knock on your door? You’ve already looked everywhere. It’s time to give it a rest and try again. There are plenty of fish in the sea. And seriously, I’ve never seen you like this and you’re starting to freak me out.”
He rejoined me on the couch and I glanced at the TV for a second, thinking over his words.
It was true. When it came to women, I had…well…a historywould probably be the most polite way to put it. But that wasn’t technically my fault either.
I was raised with one belief, taught to me by my parents and reinforced by their actions toward each other—when you found the right person, you knew. With that one right person, all the trials and tribulations of life became easier.
And me? I wasn’t going to stop until I’d found Mrs. Right.
So, I’d experimented. A lot.
“If you’d had sex like this with a woman like this, you would be acting the same way,” I said, fully confident in my words.
“At this point I’m starting to think her vagina was made of solid gold,” Trent said. “What did she do? Blow bubbles out the damn thing?”
I laughed. “It was good, man. Best sex of my life. Hot and intense, and that fucking mouth—”
“Right. Well, special as it sounds, it’s time to move on. Got it?” Trent took another sip of his water and I nodded, though it was purely in the interest of placating him.
In truth, I didn’t think there was a damn thing in the world that could make me stop looking for the mysterious Bren.
Even now, a week after the fact, my mind’s favorite place to wander was the memory of her perfect, cherry-tipped tits and her smooth, pale skin. Her silky blond hair between my fingers. Her responsive, writhing body.
And, of course, the taste of her pussy as I’d laved my tongue over her straining clit.
At this point, even her name was enough to get me hard as a rock. But it wasn’t enough—none of it was.
Because Iwasgoing to find Bren.
And when I did?
I was sure as shit going to make her mine.
Chapter Two
Bren
I’d done it. I felt like high-fiving myself.
Whistling the tune of “Baby Got Back” as I washed flecks of poo down the drain, nothing could dampen my mood.
I’d had a one-night stand—a damngood one, in fact—and like a mature, responsible woman, I’d kept the no-strings promise I’d made to myself.Booyah. Smiling again, I felt proud of myself. And satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.
It was only normal that my mind had wandered to Mason a few times throughout each day over the past two weeks. It was the only sexual experience I’d had in what felt like a decade, and so it was natural that I’d want to replay it—my own personal highlight reel, something to remember fondly and enjoy when I was in bed, alone at night.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” Mandy asked, peeking into the gorilla’s night house.
Hosing down one last oversized log, I turned and shut off the water. “Hey, lady. How was vacation?”
Mandy was five-foot-nothing of pure sass and sarcasm. I loved her. She was technically my boss, but it never felt that way. I was grateful for her friendship and all the guidance she’d given me both at work and in my personal life.
Mandy smirked and me and shook her head. “I’ll tell you all about ourtripin a minute. When you bring two toddlers on a plane, it’s not a vacation—it’s a trip. But first, you’re going to tell me why you seem positively enthralled to be cleaning up shit. Isn’t Andy here today?”
“Yeah, I told him to go have his lunch. I’ve got this.”
Her eyes widened. “The hell you say? Let’s go catch up inside. You can fill me in on what happened while I was gone.”
After coiling the hose and putting it away, I followed Mandy inside. The gorillas weren’t due back inside their enclosure until this afternoon, but I was happy to be done with that task early.
