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"I signed up for it last month, but I've been too busy the past few weeks to deal with dating. I haven't checked if I matched with anyone."
"Why're you not dating?"Is it about me or our date?Did that mean something went very right or very wrong for her for her during it?
"We're not doing this for me. This is about you." She got up and hip bumped me to scoot over on my side of the booth. Shocked, I moved to give her space. My body scorched where our hips touched. She wiggled the phone to get my attention. "Let's have some fun and see who you match with. Push the button." When I hovered in indecision she said, "Pretty please?"
I pressed the go button, more interested in feeding her giddiness than in finding a date.
The phone dinged.
"You already have a match. That was fast. And your top match is at 92%, which is great, and her name is…" Her brows drooped low. "That can't be right."
I leaned in and read the name across the photo of my match: "Joley K."
A laugh shot out of me.
"We matched again." Her lips thinned. "That's weird."
"Their algorithmisgood."
She elbowed me when I laughed so hard that I had to wipe tears from my eyes. "Let's see if you have any other matches. The next closest is 82%." Joley skimmed through a woman's profile. "This one's all right. She's not in it for a forever man, which works for you."
I glanced, uninterested, at the blonde with ultra-long fake lashes wearing an English riding outfit posing next to her horse. My interest was fully on the edge of Joley's left breast pushing against my arm, soft and inviting.
Joley said, "At least you two have the horse thing in common."
"She rides English. I do Western. Big difference."
"She's a paralegal. You're both into the law." She cocked her head and looked at me. "Do you have a horse now?"
"Had an old Quarter Horse for about fifteen years but he colicked and died last year. I took in two new rescues last month. Both have some hoof problems I'm working through. Can't ride either of them."
"I'm sorry. Last year was a real shit year for you, wasn't it?"
I nodded.
"This is going to be a great year full of…" She scrolled through pictures of several other women. "New prospects. None of these seem right for you to pop your rebound cherry on."
"Not exactly a virgin here."
She put down the phone. "When's the last time you had sex? Like fun, wild, mind-blowing sex?"
I sat up taller. Words like that didn't really go with sex in my world. "Been a while."
"Exactly. You need to get laid. You need no-strings-attached sex. Maybe don't expect the first time to be fantastic, but it'll be something to prove you don't have issues down south and can still make a woman come."
"Don't joke about dysfunctional dicks. Rumors spread quickly."
"Rumors here? At the 7-Eleven at 9 o'clock? I think you're safe unless Billy over there knows you." She nodded toward the guy behind the restaurant food counter with a name patch over his left pocket.
Billy waved when I looked his way. I'd gotten to know the man since I frequented this gas station on nights I was forced to work late. Coffee was a staple of the job.
"Is that why you're not getting out there? You got some issues getting things moving downstairs? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Therapy and drugs help, or so I've heard."
"I don't have any issues." In a moment of boldness so out of character for me that on the inside I did a little cringe, I took her hand and put it on my crotch to prove everything was fully functional. Never had I been so forward with a woman, but I felt I needed to prove I wasn'tthatold.
"Damn, Seth. Fully functional and…" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Big. You're a hell of a lot of temptation." She gave a small squeeze to my dick that shot sensations through my stomach.
I bit back a groan but managed to say hoarsely, "If you're volunteering, I'm in."
