Chapter 17 #2
Posey snaps his finger at Eli and nods. “Yes, the awkward she doesn’t know what to say to you the morning after routine. That’s easily fixable.”
“How is that fixable?” I ask.
Posey holds out his hand. “Let me see your phone.”
Silas slaps his hand to my chest, holding me back. “Don’t. Don’t you let him touch your fucking phone. He’ll text her and make an ass of you.”
“I’m an expert at texting,” Posey says.
“I don’t know about that . . .” Eli replies.
Posey gives Eli the side-eye. “Coming from the man who texted Penny about eating a fucking apple. I saved that relationship for you.” He looks at Silas and says, “And the reason you got sexy pictures from Ollie was because of me.”
“You texted her, oye my dick ,” Silas says.
“And guess who has a live-in girlfriend now.” Posey points at Silas. “You’re fucking welcome.” He holds his hand out to me again. “Now let me fix this for you. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
BLAKELY
“Finally,” I say as I practically spring into Penny’s office and close the door behind me.
If it had a lock, I’d flip that as well.
“What took you so long to get to work today?”
She looks up from her computer at my frazzled state. “Holden had some separation issues this morning.”
“Holden did, or you did?”
“Maybe a little bit of both,” she answers before picking up her to-go cup of coffee and taking a sip. “Now what’s going on?”
I glance over my shoulder just to double-check that the door is shut, and when I turn back to her, I say, “Halsey and I had sex last night.”
She clamps her hand over her mouth, blocking the coffee that flies out. The brown liquid dribbles over her fingers and straight to her desk.
“Jesus,” she says, trying to clean it up.
I help her with some napkins, and once she’s relatively clean, her eyes find mine again, shock registered across her features.
“You had sex with Halsey?”
I nod. “Yup.” I twist my hands together. “Several times.” And then I grip the neckline of my shirt and pull it to the side to the bite marks that I didn’t bother covering up.
“Holy. Shit,” she whispers.
I release my shirt and take a deep breath. “Penny, I need you to look me in the eye and promise me on Holden that you won’t utter this to another living human.”
She holds her hand up. “Promise.”
Knowing she’s true to her word, I lean closer to her desk, press my palm to the surface, and glance down at the floor. “Halsey Holmes has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
When I look up, I watch a slow smile creep over Penny’s lips. She whispers back, “How big?”
I wet my lips and say, “I stopped breathing for a second when he started . . . slipping it in. Took a good minute or so for him to, you know, fully get in there.”
She leans back in her chair and stares up at the ceiling. “Wow, that’s great. Good for you.”
“No, not good for me.”
Her smile disappears as she brings her gaze back to me. “What do you mean not good for you? Did he hurt you? Is that why you walked in here weird?”
“He didn’t hurt me, but yes, I’m walking weird because I sat on a light post several times last night.” She chuckles. “Penny, this isn’t funny.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand the panic. It seems like you had a good night last night.”
“It wasn’t just good, Penny,” I whisper again. “It was life-altering.”
“Explain to me how that’s bad.”
I lean back in my chair and say, “I don’t know how to explain this other than . . . I feel like the world lied to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Penny, I had no idea sex could be like that. That I could experience that much pleasure in a matter of like . . . seven hours. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and not just because of his penis.
” Penny smirks. “He was . . . God, it was like he knew everything about my body that I didn’t even know.
He knew exactly what I needed before I could even consider where I wanted him or what I wanted him to do.
And then . . .” I bite on my bottom lip.
“He had this voice, this deep, dirty-talking, filthy voice that was relentless.”
“Wait.” Penny holds up her hand. “Halsey Holmes is a dirty talker?”
“That’s putting it mildly,” I say. “The things he said to me, the way he said it, I still can feel my body tremble from the memory of it. When I say last night was life-altering, I’m not kidding, and it’s really freaking me out.”
“But why?”
“Because,” I say, feeling exhausted just thinking about it.
“I was with Perry since college. Before him, I had a few interactions with men, but he was truly a first for a lot. I was—what I thought—madly in love with him. I thought we were going to get married. He was good to me. Sweet and funny. He taught me what love was. And we had great sex together. I was satisfied. He was what I knew up until last night. And the fact that I could have a mind-blowing, spectacular night with a man who I’ve .
. . well, who I’ve become friends with, it’s throwing me for a loop.
The things we did, they were ungodly.” I press my hand to my forehead.
“For God’s sake, Penny, I woke him up in the middle of the night by sitting on his lap and helping myself.
I’ve never done that, but I was insatiable.
He was my drug last night that I became fully addicted to after one orgasm.
” I shake my head and blow out a deep breath before looking Penny in the eyes and saying, “I was cock-shocked, and I don’t know how to handle it. ”
Penny snorts so hard that I see a droplet of snot fly out of her nose and right onto her desk.
She picks up a tissue and wipes at her nose— and the desk, thank God— while she laughs.
“This isn’t funny,” I groan.
“Blakely.” She dabs at her eyes. “You just said you were cock-shocked.”
“Because I was!”
My phone dings with a text message, and I quickly glance at the screen. When I see it’s from Halsey, I gasp.
“What?” Penny asks. “Is that him?”
I nod. “He’s probably going to call me out for leaving so abruptly this morning.”
“Read it.”
I swipe my phone open and click on the text message.
Halsey: Thanks for letting me use your main hole last night.
My brow knits together as I stare down at the text.
Main hole?
As in my vagina?
Who freaking says that?
“What did he say? Is it sexy?”
“No.” I cringe. I hold the phone up to her so she can read it.
“Thanks for letting me use your main hole?” She pauses for a moment and then throws her head back and laughs so hard that she starts to cough. “Oh my God . . .” She waves her hands in front of her face as actual tears of laughter spring to her eyes.
“Why would he say that? That is the unsexiest thing he could have said, especially after the things he said to me last night.” I place my hand on the desk and say, “Penny, he told me to use him as my sex toy.”
I watch her cheeks turn a shade of pink. “He said that?” she whispers.
“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. It was an unreal experience. So why would he send this text message?”
Penny leans back in her chair and rocks in it for a few seconds before I see realization hit her. “Oh my God.”
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I bet you anything he’s talking to the boys. That text wasn’t from him. Guarantee it was from Posey.”
“Posey? Why would he text me?”
“No, it’s not from Posey. I mean Posey wrote it, but it’s supposed to be from Halsey. Posey is acting as Halsey.”
“Why would Halsey let him do that? Halsey is clearly much better at saying sexy things than Posey.”
“Probably nervous. Posey did the same thing with Eli and Silas. I remember Eli telling me all about it. When he did it for Silas, Eli found Silas naked on the floor of the locker room with Posey twisted over him, fighting for his phone. Apparently, Posey said something stupid like oye my dick to Ollie.”
“Oye my dick?” I chuckle. “Wow.”
“Yup.” She points at my phone. “That has Posey written all over it.”
“So why would he have Posey help him?” I ask.
“Isn’t it obvious? You freaked him out by leaving and now he doesn’t know what to do. He’s desperate and is leaning on Posey to help him.” She glances at her nails. “Wrong move if you ask me, but you pushed him to this point.”
“Well, he freaked me out with his giant cock and dirty talking.” I toss my hands up in the air. “What the hell was I supposed to do?”
“Fair trade.” She smirks and nods at me. “Text him back.”
“What the hell do I say? You’re welcome?”
“That’s a good start. But I have a better idea.”
HALSEY
“Main hole?” I yell as I look up at Posey who seems very satisfied with himself. “You called her vagina her main hole? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Told you not to let him have your phone,” Silas says. “This is oye my dick all over again.”
“You know, when he helped me, it actually went pretty well now that I think about it,” Eli says, scratching his chin.
“It went well for both of you,” Posey says and looks at me. “And this will go well for you too. Just watch.”
Through a clenched jaw I say, “How the fuck is this going to go well for me?”
“Because you brought up sex and that will bring her back to last night. Knowing you and what you have in your pants, she’ll be transported back into a beautiful moment of ecstasy, so when she sees you, she’ll be reminded of that. It’s called subliminal messaging.”
I punch him dead in the arm and say, “It’s called being a fucking moron. Jesus Christ.” I stand from my seat and move toward the center of the locker room while Posey rubs his arm with a hurt expression. “I have to fix this.”
“Or maybe you don’t,” Eli says.
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking to him for advice since he’s the one person who isn’t invested like the rest of the idiots I’ve involved.
“If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you keep pressing forward. You ignore the awkward tension and keep taking what you want, then it will work out for you.”
“You want him to just . . . keep doing her?” Silas asks.
“Yup.” Eli shrugs. “Keep moving forward. Keep giving her what she was taking last night. At some point, she’s going to break. Until then, show her how you have ruined her for any other man.”
Just then, my phone dings with a text back.
Silence falls over the locker room as I look down at the text.
Blakely: Thanks for impaling me with your giant stick.
My mouth goes dry as I slowly look up at the boys.
Posey smiles and says, “From the look on your face, I bet you owe me a thank-you. Go ahead, I’m all ears. Lay it on me.”
“Fuck off,” I say as I sit back down on the bench.
Keep moving forward? Keep fucking her? Is that even a question? Of course, I want to keep fucking her. I’ve never had a better night than last night. Hands down, sex with Blakely is mind-blowing. The noises she makes. Her insatiable greed. Her mouth. Her body.
Keep fucking Blakely? Yes. Please. That’s something I can do, something I want to do. Only question is, will she want that?