Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NASH
My entire world teetered on the edge of annihilation. I had no idea what the hell I should do with the morsel of information Rory had just dropped in my lap. More than that, I had no idea what kind of man didn’t make sure his woman was satisfied. No idea what kind of man wouldn’t trip over himself just for the opportunity to leave Rory sated and blissed out.
A goddamn idiot, apparently.
And I’d be damned if I allowed myself to be that idiot tonight.
With my throat tight and jeans tighter, I took a deep breath, praying my voice didn’t come out as strangled as I felt. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“I—” She closed her eyes and brought her hands up to cover her face. “I cannot believe I’m discussin’ this with you.”
But I knew Rory didn’t do anything she didn’t want to, sure as I knew my own name. She’d offered me the information—twice—without coercion. So instead of filling the silence and pulling the details from her, I waited.
After long moments, she peeked at me through two fingers, then huffed and dropped her hands to her lap. “I didn’t say I’ve never had an orgasm, all right? Just that he never gave me one.”
My nostrils flared at that, imagining Rory spread out on her bed, her fingers hard at work between her legs. Playing and teasing and taunting herself until she arched off the mattress, tits pointed to the ceiling as she called out her release.
Fuck, if any more blood rushed to my dick, I wasn’t sure I’d have enough brainpower to even speak.
“So, when you said you wouldn’t know anything about a good cock…”
She lifted a single shoulder as if this were no big deal, but her movements belied her nerves. She ran her hands back and forth over the throw pillow in her lap, her eyes trained anywhere but on me. “I don’t. But it wasn’t all his fault. I…take a long time. To, um, get there.” She darted her eyes over to me and away again. “It can be a lot of work. I can be a lot of work.”
A lot of work ? Only an asshole would feed her that bullshit line. An asshole who no doubt couldn’t find a clit with coordinates and a GPS guiding the way. And if I were a betting man, I’d place my life savings on Rory’s son-of-a-bitch ex having planted that seed in her head.
What the hell was the right thing to do here? My brain screamed at me to let this go. To walk the fuck away, because nothing good would come from following the will of my dick, not when my future plans and goals were on the line. Not when King Construction was on the line.
But another part of me—a part that was so much bigger than the sexual hunger I felt for her—was desperate to wipe away that look on her face. Show her the lies her ex had fed her for years simply weren’t true.
She might take a long time, but I didn’t care if she took all goddamn night. I’d gladly spend hours playing with her breasts or lapping at her pussy. Doing whatever she needed for as long as she needed it. A real man did whatever necessary to make sure his woman felt just as much pleasure as he did— more than. And he enjoyed himself every second he was giving it to her.
So much for listening to my brain, because it seemed my mind was made up. And, short of Rory telling me to get the fuck out, there wasn’t anything that was going to stop me.
“Is that a challenge?”
Color burst on her cheeks, the flush going down her neck and no doubt spreading over her chest. “What? No, of course not. It’s just a fact.”
“You know a fact has to be proven with sufficient evidence. Have a lot of that, do you?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I’m gonna ignore you not so subtly tryin’ to ask me how many men I’ve slept with. The answer is none of your business.”
“Will you answer my other question, then?”
“Depends on if you show your ass again.”
I smiled, unable to keep it from spreading across my mouth. “How many people do you cuss in front of, princess?”
“I don’t cu—” She clamped her mouth shut, pressing her lips together as realization seemed to dawn on her.
“Pretty sure I’m the only one. Know what that tells me? You’re comfortable around me.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Know what it means when you’re comfortable?”
“I won’t have a problem kickin’ your rude butt straight outta my house?”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that. But I was thinkin’ something a little more…explosive.” I leaned closer until our noses nearly touched. “When you’re comfortable, coming’s as easy as pie.”
“Why do you insist on bein’ crude?” she asked, but her eyes were locked on my lips.
“Because it’s fun to rile you up. So, what do you say, princess? Wanna test my theory?”
Rory snapped her gaze up to mine, then breathed out an incredulous laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
Oh, I was serious, all right. The state of my cock was a five-alarm fire. But the truth was, I’d be happy if my dick never even touched the air in Rory’s place, so long as she let me love all over her pussy with my fingers and my mouth. So long as she sat back and relaxed long enough to come from my efforts.
I reached over, plucked her hand from her lap and placed it in mine, directly over my aching cock. “Does this feel like I’m jokin’?”
Rory’s lips parted, her eyes glazing over as she gave my dick a tentative squeeze. She dropped her gaze, connecting it with the hard ridge behind my fly. Then she licked her lips and squeezed my cock again.
I groaned, pressing my forehead to her temple. So close but not nearly close enough. “Yes or no, princess? You gonna let me test my theory or what?”