Page 9 of Blurry Little Lines
“Look, I’m glad you and my brother worked through your problems and are all happy and horny, but I don’t want to hear about it.”
“It wouldn’t bug you as much if you were having your own orgasms.” Lauren sends me an encouraging wink, and I’m a breath away from telling her to fuck off. “Adam and I have a house viewing tonight, so we are skipping pizza and movie night. Have fun.” She waves and heads out.
Kelsie remains quiet for the rest of the evening. When the kids fall asleep halfway through the movie, we each carry a child to bed. The lights are dimmed, but still not enough to mask something going through Kelsie’s eyes. That, and she’s pouring a third glass of wine, which isn’t the norm. I relax, melting into the soft leather couch and draping one arm over the top. I’m exhausted from taking on a few extra clients this week and upping my own workouts. Since Adam and Lauren aren’t here, I don’t plan on staying long. She’d probably appreciate an early night.
“Is everything all right in that pretty little brain of yours?” I break our silence.
“I’m just thinking of Lauren.” Instead of sitting, she walks over to her floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. “And the way she throws aroundorgasmslike they come as easily as breathing.”
I can tell by the flush on her cheeks that the wine is loosening her up. I take a long sip from my beer and debate how I should answer her non-question. Keeping it general is the safest route.
“It sounds like Adam knows her body well enough.” I shrug. “It’s not difficult to figure out what makes a woman’s body arch off the bed as if I’m performing an exorcism of pleasure.” I huff a laugh to hopefully lighten this up.
She pushes off the window, chugging half her wine, and starts to pace in front of the coffee table. “Clearly, I must have some malfunction.”
“Come again?” Probably not the best choice of response, but there’s no way she’s gettingthispersonal.
“Sorry.” Her side smirk and eye squint are a trademark for bordering drunk and a deeper blush begins to surface. “I don’t think you care to hear about my sex life.” By the tone in her voice, I know she wants to vent. “Or lack thereof.”
“Give it to me.” I nod before thinking. “It’s not like we are virgins.”
I wink and watch her chest rise and fall as her breathing increases. She glances around the room, attempting to gather her thoughts before speaking. Kelsie is always calculative and eloquent with responding, but with her wavering smirk and tilt of her head, she confirms the wine is going to do the talking. I run a hand through my hair and brace myself for her unfiltered mouthful.
“So, I don’t think I have ever really had one.” She pauses, taking a breath. “An orgasm from sex, that is.” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Okay, there were multiple times where it felt really good, but it wasn’t the intense exorcismspielyou mentioned. When I asked Benson to go harder, he’d look annoyed and refuse to treat me like a cheap bang. I needed to keep the image of a respectful lady.” Her annoyed smile puts her dimples on full display. “Benson would finish immediately after my comment, because apparently, I turned him on too much for him to last.”
The more she paces, her lounge shorts ride up higher on her waist. Between my knee-jerk need to rectify her confession and the bottom of her plump ass now exposed, I try to discreetly reach down and readjust my pants.
“I realize I am a socialite and a part of the elite society, so I should present myself in a respectful manner, but sometimes…” She trails off.
“Sometimes you want to be bent over your couch and have your ass slapped?” I finish her sentence as the impulsive side of my male brain takes over.
She halts at the end of her couch as her fingers brush over the back. “Possibly?” Her teeth tug on her bottom lip. “Yeah, that sounds really hot in a weird way.”
“An ass smack during sex is notweird.” I fight back my smile, wondering how fucking experienced she even is.
“Well, it’s not like I’ll ever experience it anyway. I can’t just invite a man into the house or give up quality time with my children to acquaint myself with him. Mine and the kid’s lives are busy enough.” She finishes the last sip of her wine and crosses her arms, which perk up her breasts. “The kids don’t need me to start another relationship for the man to just leave. Plus, who is going to want a busy single mom when there are younger hot women available.”
“Kels, I fucking hate Benson even more now. How selfishly lame he was in bed… Jesus. How did you stay with him all those years?” Adam and I both knew he wasn’t right for Kelsie the first time we met him, but Kelsie was sick of us trying to interfere with her dating life back then. I missed my one and only chance to get a taste of her during my senior year of high school and I blew it. “So, you just faked orgasms all these years?”
“Eventually, I stopped faking it because it made me feel more pathetic, you know? I hoped he would get the hint and try to put more effort into making me enjoy it.” She takes a seat in the middle of the couch and faces me with a pout that accentuates her already plump lips. “He explained how the women he slept with in the past never had a problem getting off, so it must be just me.”
“Bullshit! I could have your body shaking in minutes.” I feel my eyes go wide as my heart stops. “Shit, I mean, yeah, a guy should try every fucking thing until a woman comes.”
“So, you’re saying you have always been successful with women?” She quirks an eyebrow, leaning a little closer with curiosity painting her face.She’s drunk ranting, and this is dangerous fucking territory, Max.
“In my early teen years? No.” I chuckle and try to lean farther back against the armrest to get space. “I was given a few masterclasses about how the female body works as I grew older.” I refrain from mentioning the ages of the older women I slept with once I turned eighteen. But Kelsie is well aware. “I also have standards. Ladies always finish at least twice before I do.”
“How do you know they aren’t faking it?” She has a smartass smirk on her lips and a voice full of attitude. Wine is making her feisty tonight.
“Oh, believe me when I say I know.” I try to hold back a cocky grin, but fail. “They definitely aren’t faking it.”
“Well,” Kelsie drags out with a huff. “At least I can rely on myself for the rare occasion when I need a release.”
I’m sure as hell going to be relying on myself tonight.
Just because friends with benefits didn’t workandworked with Adam and Lauren, there’s no way I should bring myself to suggest it to the vulnerable woman in front of me. I shove my hands in my pant pockets for obvious reasons—that may not be obvious to Kelsie—and stand up.
“I’ll let you get to relying on yourself.” What the hell is wrong with me? “Goodnight, half pint.” Thankfully, my shoes stayed on tonight, granting me a quicker escape from her building.