Chapter 12 #2
He tears the foil packet and rolls the condom down his length, then runs his hands up my thighs as he steps between them. He pulls me to the edge of the counter, and I reach between us to guide him to my entrance. His eyes stay on mine as he fills me.
He exhales a cucumber-and-vagina-scented breath. “All damn day, Bea.”
“You thought about fucking me with a cucumber?” I lace my fingers behind his neck.
“I’ll probably use that as jerk-off fodder during away games.
” His fingers curl around my hip. The other hand gently wraps my throat.
“This is my favorite part of the day.” He leans in and brushes his nose against mine.
It’s the tenderness I’ve come to relish before things get intense.
“I’m going to fuck you good and hard now, okay, little Bea? ”
I hook my legs behind his back. “Yes, please.”
“ I ’m sleeping with Tristan and Flip doesn’t know,” I blurt.
“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Hemi shouts.
I point to the closed door. “Shh... What about your roommate?”
She waves away my worry. “She’s a gamer. Half the time she’s got that whole headgear thing on so it’s an immersive experience. She can’t hear anything we’re saying.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t realized Hemi had a roommate until she magically appeared in the kitchen to make instant noodles, said hi, and disappeared down the hall.
“The tension between you two is delicious. I should have put money on this.” Hemi sighs.
“Who would you have made the bet with?” I cross my arms. That Hemi figured this out is a bit worrisome. How transparent are we?
Hammer raises her hand. “I had a feeling when we went to the exhibition game.”
“Shit. You both knew?”
“Suspected,” Hemi clarifies.
“Strongly suspected,” Hammer amends.
“Isn’t Tristan your brother’s roommate?” Tally asks, eyes wide.
She knows a lot about the team and the players.
“And his best friend,” Hammer says. “This is so fantastically scandalous.”
“How long has it been going on?” Hemi fills my wineglass. For the second time.
“A few weeks, maybe.” I wring my hands. “This has to stay between us. Flip can’t find out.
And as soon as I get my own place, it stops.
” It has to. I can’t have Tristan coming to my apartment to bang me.
My sore vagina clenches at the thought. She’s such a whore for his cock.
But my serial-monogamist heart has ideas, and fuckboys don’t make for boyfriends who love you back and dream of forever.
“Are you, like, secretly dating?” Tally looks excited.
“What? No. I don’t even like him. Mostly.
He’s a giant asshole. It’s just sex. A lot of sex.
” Saying that I’m sleeping with my brother’s best friend, who I mostly hate, is probably inaccurate.
But I’m censoring for Tally. I ran away tonight when Tristan went to the store because we’ve had sex at least once a day since the shower incident.
Sometimes it’s fast and dirty, sometimes it’s hard and long.
Often it’s the latter. In the past week, I’ve had only one twenty-four-hour break, and that was when they had an exhibition game in Detroit.
Tristan fucked me into next week before he left, and then again when he came back the following evening. So yeah. My poor vagina needs a break.
Besides, Flip was home when I left tonight. So any sex would take place after he was either asleep or out. And honestly, being woken up at three a.m. for be-a-good-girl-and-stay-quiet sex is a goddamn challenge.
“Wait. What? What do you mean you don’t even like him? Why are you sleeping with him if he’s an asshole?” Tally chews her bottom lip, like the prospect stresses her out.
“Tristan might be an arrogant, territorial player, but the sex is out of this world. Normally I’m all about healthy, nontoxic relationships. But my ex was accepted to a master’s program out of province a few months ago, and he didn’t want to try long distance, so we broke up.”
“I’m sorry. That must be so hard,” Tally says.
“I ate a lot of refried beans, but otherwise survived.” I sigh.
“It was probably the right call, but my bestie had moved to Vancouver just before we broke up, so I was already in my feels. I’m not relationship ready.
But I’m not above having sex with someone I dislike immensely who can provide me with multiple orgasms on the regular. ”
“You can have more than one?” Tally asks. I’m pretty sure her eyes are going to be permanently wide after tonight.
“Maybe we should change the subject. I feel like I’m corrupting you,” I say.
“No! I’m the only virgin left in my friend group, and they all talk about sex. I’m over here still having only made it to second base! And you want to know why?”
Yeesh, she’s only seventeen and all her friends have had sex? What the hell is going on in her high school? “Because your dad is the coach of a pro hockey team, and he knows what happens in their bedrooms and doesn’t want it to happen to you?”
“Yes! Exactly. He’s so freaking overprotective.
He’s a great dad, but he hovered over me all summer long.
It’s been a lot. And now, with this co-op placement, he gets to hover even more.
I’m so grateful you’re taking me under your wing, Hemi.
So grateful, because if I had to deal with him being a guard dog for eight hours a day, I would lose my mind.
” She blows out a breath. “Sorry for the rant. It’s been intense.
And now I’m surrounded by all these super-hot hockey players, and I worry I’m never going to get past second base! ” She throws her hands in the air.
“First, there’s no rush to have sex. You have the rest of your life to worry about it. Honestly, no guy has any idea what he’s doing before he gets to college. You’re truly not missing out on much,” Hammer says.
“Yes. This. Even the ones in their mid-twenties are fairly clueless,” Hemi grumbles.
“But not Tristan?” Tally asks.
“No. Tristan knows his way around a vagina. But he’s also been inside a lot of them, so that’s the trade-off.” I gulp my wine. I’m going to hell for this conversation.
“And you don’t even like him?” Tally seems really hung up on this point.
“He’s a dick who’s good with his dick.” Yeah. There’s fire licking at my heels.
“Relationships are confusing.” Tally pushes to her feet and crosses to the bathroom.
Once the door is closed, I lower my voice and admit the truth. “Tristan is fucking filthy in bed. Filthy .”
Hammer’s eyes light up. “Like, he makes you call him Daddy?”
I open and close my mouth twice. “Uh, no. But I feel like I’ve learned something about you tonight.”
Hammer rolls her eyes. “This isn’t about me. Sorry. I need details. Filthy how?”
“He says and does the dirtiest shit. Like the other night he spat in my mouth, and I was so shocked I just said thanks.” It was dry from all the gasp-moaning. I clap a hand over my mouth and look between the two of them.
“Oh, that is high on the filth,” Hemi agrees.
Hammer leans in. “What else?”
“Before the away game last week, I was making a cucumber salad?—”
They both have wide eyes, and Hammer looks far too excited for her own good.
“—and he bent me over the kitchen island and fucked me with an English cucumber. And then he ate it.”
“After he washed it?” Hemi asks.
I shake my head.
“Lord.” Hammer grips the edge of the table. “Please tell me he was the only one who ate it.”
“Oh yeah. He gnawed on it like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten.” And said as much.
“Damn. That boy is dirty.”
“Right?” I haven’t been able to share the details with Essie because every time she calls, I have no privacy. “And last night?—”
“Oh, God, there’s more?” Hammer bounces a few times on her seat.
I nod. But maybe I should keep this to myself.
“Butt stuff? Did you do butt stuff?”
“Not yet.” But for sure it’s coming. There’s no way it isn’t. He’s too obsessed with putting his fingers in there for that not to happen. I’m obviously nervous. His cock is huge.
“Oh my God! Not yet!” Hammer claps. “If not butt stuff, then what?”
“Have you ever watched the movie Chasing Amy ?”
“Total classic,” Hemi says.
Hammer nods. “Oh yeah. That movie is a must.”
I make a circle with one hand, and put the tips of my fingers together, sliding them through the hole, until I’m gripping my wrist while making a fist.
“Oh my God!” Hammer jumps to her feet. “His whole hand?”
Hemi’s jaw drops. “No!”
I hide behind my hands. “Not to the wrist, but yes.” I should have known better than to think his comment about getting the cucumber and his cock inside me at the same time was offhand.
“But didn’t that hurt? His hands are huge,” Hammer asks.
“You would have thought so,” I say from behind my hands. “But no. I did think I was going to die from coming so hard, though.”
“Well, that wins the filthy trophy right there. How the hell did he convince you to let him do that?”
“I was on the edge of an orgasm for like half an hour, but he kept stopping just before I came. I would have said yes to butt stuff at that point.”
“But couldn’t you have finished yourself off?” Hammer asks.
“I was also maybe tied to the bed.” Because I’d been yanking on his hair. It was an intense night.
The bathroom door opens. “So, um, the walls in this place are really thin.” Tally thumbs over her shoulder. “Also, do you think maybe we can watch this Chasing Amy movie sometime?”
We all say yes.
Hemi looks toward her roommate’s bedroom. “I hope she was wearing headphones.” She turns back to me. “So does this mean you’re dating?”
I scoff. “Oh my God, no. He doesn’t even like me. We made a deal that what’s going on ends when I move out. And Flip can’t ever find out.” This needs to stay firmly in the sex-pact box. Liking Tristan is out of the question. I can’t afford to have feelings for him.
Hemi makes a face. “You think Flip wouldn’t be happy about it?”
“He’d be so pissed.”
“But didn’t you grow up with Tristan?” Tally asks.