Page 84 of Brutal
“It’s not big,” I say to Drake. “You’re bigger—that’s not a compliment—and you shove your cock into smaller holes.”
“I disagree,” he says, only to pause. “Wait. I didn’t mean that your cunt is big. Fuck.” He twitches, but I’m not entirely sure it’s because of the words or something a little more insidious. He pauses, then corrects himself carefully, “But my asshole is tiny, okay?”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “And mine isn’t? There have been a lot of cocks shoved up my asshole.”
He sputters, obviously trying and failing to find words that aren’t going to offend me.
I can’t help but smirk as he tries to salvage the situation.
“Okay, okay. It’s small and tight. Really. But mine’s… special.” He looks so pathetic that I almost feel bad for laughing at him.
Almost.
“You’re going to honestly tell me you’ve never played with your hole, ever?” I set the dildo back into its box. “You’re the one who told me you like to do all sorts of interesting new sex things.”
“Yeah, but that’s not… manly, or whatever.” Drake comes to sit down by me, eyeing the box like it’s hiding a snake. “I don’t know. I have a few gay friends, but then there’s… Hunter,” he says, almost deadpan. “Chase is probably a little more adventurous, but we’ve never fucked around or anything.”
“It’s not gay if it’s a woman doing it to you,” I point out. “Or if you’re fingering yourself. Unless you think all masturbation is gay—in which case, you have more issues than I thought.”
He scowls at me, but he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close to his side. “No, masturbation is not gay. And I don’t know what to think of a woman doing it to me. It’s not like I’ve ever fantasized about it before you.”
I place a hand on his thigh and squeeze. “But you fantasized about it now? About how hot it’d be if I was pegging you from behind?”
He seems to realize what he said, and he glowers at me. “That’s not what I meant. No, I haven’t… Not really… Okay, I wondered a little about ass play, but not about you fucking pegging me. Fuck, Mimi.”
Despite the words, he doesn’t sound mad or irritated — a little concerned, maybe, about his precious tiny hole.
“I’d probably fail at putting on the harness,” I say honestly. “I was never that interested in sex toys. And you’ll be very shocked to learn that they didn’t feature much in Giulio Pavone’s illegal sex den.”
Drake’s face falls, like he was the one who’d had to live through that and was now being reminded of it. “I’m sorry,” he says with another awkward sweep of his hand through his hair. “I didn’t…” He licks his lips, obviously stalling.
“I’d say I’m over it, but I’m not,” I answer, my voice flat. “But there’s no changing it now. I can deal with it, and you can make my life better or worse.”
“Do you want to… I don’t know, do you want to talk to someone about it? I’m sure Hunter or Chase know of someone trustworthy.” He doesn’t like the idea. I can see that much. But the fact that he offers takes me completely off guard.
“I went to my university today,” I tell him. “I could have gone to the student health services and found somebody to talk to.”
He hesitates. “I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” he says carefully. “With Pavone being involved and all.”
“And you,” I say.
Wincing, he nods. “Yeah. And me.”
“I already knew that.” I can feel my emotions shutting down, and I can’t believe I prefer the light flirtation with Drake Brutal over this. “I didn’t talk to anyone. I just did retail therapy, which I have never done before in my life. I enjoyed spending not even a fraction of a percent of your net worth.”
“I’m glad you took advantage of that fraction of a percent of my net worth,” he says, and I’m not sure whether he means it or not. “I can get you phone numbers for Stef and May, if you want. You might like talking to them.” His lip curls into a sneer. “If you can handle Stef crying every twelve seconds and May’s attitude, anyway.”
“Do Hunter and Chase know how you feel about their significant others?” I ask, bumping my shoulder against his. “They didn’t seem that bad when I met them.”
“Of course they know,” Drake huffs. “But I try not to show it too much when we’re around each other. I’m not that rude.”
I laugh out loud at that, and he smiles ruefully.
“Okay. Maybe I am a little rude. But I do want them to be happy, even if I don’t like who they chose to be happy with,” he adds.
“I think May and Chase fucked in your pool,” I say. I shift so I’m sitting against the arm of the couch, my legs across Drake’s lap. “But they probably weren’t the only ones. It was a pretty wild party.”
He makes a face, but he reaches out to massage my leg. His hands are still shaking, I notice, for all that he’s putting on a good front of not being bothered by much of anything. “I’ll have it cleaned before we swim in it.” He pauses, then asks, “Do you know how to swim?”