Chapter Eight #3
“Yeah, hopefully. Jamie says his work schedule can be hard to deal with since they’ll work twenty-four-hour or forty-eight-hour shifts. I guess that’s why his wife left. She hated it.”
“And you don’t think you’ll have an issue with that?”
“No, I like my independence. And this way, we can get to know each other slowly. I’m in no rush.”
When we arrived at the truck, I open the passenger side door and help her inside. She stumbles a bit, but finally manages to get her seat belt on.
“It was fun to hang with your sisters too,” she says once I’m buckled in the driver’s seat. “I can tell they really love you.”
I smile, nodding. “Yeah, we’re close and they’ve always been overly protective. They weren’t a fan of Aundrea’s though.”
She giggles with a hiccup, leaning her body toward the window. “I knew I liked ’em.”
Pulling onto the road, I drive us toward Posey’s and soon the streetlights are behind us in the distance. By the time we arrive, she’s passed out.
Instead of trying to wake her and make her walk, I carefully unbuckle and lift her in my arms. Unlocking the front door one handed is a feat but I manage it without dropping her.
She holds on tight around my shoulders, nuzzles her face against my neck, and sends a shiver down my spine. The Posey I know now—the sober version—would never willingly hang onto me like this, so I secretly enjoy it while I can.
“Silas?” she whispers when I pull back her covers and gently set her down.
“Yeah, it’s me. You’re okay. Just puttin’ you into bed.”
“Can you take my dress off first? It’s itchy.” Her eyes are half-closed as she slumps over.
“Uh…sure. Do you want me to get somethin’ else for you to wear?”
“Just a T-shirt is fine. In my closet.”
I find one with the ranch logo on it and bring it to her. “Can you lift your arms so I can pull off your dress?”
She manages to hold up her arms and I have to yank part of her dress out from underneath her ass before pulling it above her head. As soon as I have it off her, my eyes are drawn to her lacy bra and panties.
I shouldn’t be looking.
Quickly, I grab the T-shirt and put it over her body, then tell her to push her arms through.
“Okay, lie down.” I fluff her pillow before her head hits it. Then I yank up her sheets and comforter. “I’m gonna grab some water and a bucket in case you can’t make it to the bathroom.”
When I return, she’s moved into a fetal position but she’s shivering.
“Posey, you okay?”
“I’m freezin’.”
“Do you have extra blankets?”
“In my closet.”
I remove her comforter before adding one of the extras, then put hers in the dryer so it can heat up the way she likes.
While I wait for it, I find some pain meds that she’ll probably need when she wakes up and a protein bar in case she gets hungry.
Bringing back her comforter, I place it on top and tuck her in the best I can.
“How’s that?”
She moans quietly with a nod. “So much better.”
I brush a few strands off her forehead, studying her gorgeous features.
“Your phone’s on the nightstand, so you can text me if you need anythin’, okay?”
“Mmkay. Thank you.”
Her quiet words are barely above a whisper but I smile at hearing them.
Sleepy drunk Posey is sweet.
But I can’t deny I like her snarky side too.
Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head. “Good night, Posey.”
“Silas, wait…” she mutters before I can leave.
“Yeah?”
“What’d you think of Jackson?” she asks, her eyes barely open and her words slow and muffled.
“Uh…I don’t really know anythin’ about him.” Besides his age and how much she likes his muscles. “Why?”
“He’ll probably break up with me too.”
I sit on the edge of the bed without touching her. “Why do you say that?”
“’Cause they all do.” She rolls onto her side, inching closer. “They get sick of how long it takes me to finish.”
My brows fly to my hairline and I blink. “Whaddya mean?”
“I can’t come easily durin’ sex. It takes me a long time to get there and after a while, they stop tryin’ and finish without me. When I mention it, they tell me it’s my fault. Although I can do it myself or with a toy.”
I blink harder this time to make sure I’m not the drunk one hearing things. “Your exes didn’t make you come, then blamed you?”
“Mm-hmm. So I suspect Jackson will do the same,” she says in an adorable sleepy voice that almost sounds like she’s given up hope. “I used to fake it but then realized if I never said anythin’ they wouldn’t know. Turns out they didn’t care either way.”
“Posey, that’s…” I try to find the right words but I’m still in shock at how honest she’s being. Sober Posey would never admit this to me. “Those aren’t men you were datin’. They were boys who only cared about their own pleasure. It’s better you didn’t stay with ’em.”
“You made me come durin’ my first time,” she confesses, and it sends a jolt of electricity down my spine and straight to my balls.
“And I knew most women don’t their first times so I wasn’t expectin’ to either but the way you talked me through it had me seein’ stars and gasping for air.
I guess that’s partly why I hated you so much.
You ruined all other men after you moved on without me. ”
I feel like a bigger bag of shit than I did before when she thought I’d forgotten about our night. Even worse when I started dating someone new and told her I needed to give that relationship a chance instead.
Though I don’t know why she can’t orgasm during sex with other men, a hint of pride puffs in my chest knowing I made her come for the first time and set the standard.
Now, I need to figure out how to help her fix it.