Chapter Nine #2
“Silas!” I whine. “Just tell me or I’m gonna keep wonderin’ and will bug you until you do.”
“Alright…but you gotta promise not to get mad at me…again.”
“Fine, I promise.”
“Swear it.”
Now I’m scared I told him something mortifying.
“I swear! Now spill.”
His eyes lower to the floor while he licks his lips. He scrubs a hand over his jawline before meeting my gaze.
“You told me I ruined you for all other men ’cause they can’t make you come during sex the way I did.”
My heart pounds right out of my chest and the blood rushes in my ears as his words repeat in my head over and over. There’s no freaking way I said that to him.
“Posey?”
“I’m gonna go drown myself now…” Closing my eyes and mouth, I sink down into the water until my head submerges. Maybe it’ll erase all memory of the past twenty-four hours.
“Posey!” Silas yanks me up, the face mask sliding down until he removes it completely.
“Is there any chance you can pretend I never said that? Or I’ll claim I was lyin’.”
He sits on the edge of the tub, a brow pointed toward his hairline. “Were you?”
“Do we gotta discuss this? I was obviously out of my mind drunk.”
“You said that’s why guys keep breakin’ up with you and said Jackson will too once he figures it out. Do you really think that’s why?”
“I know it is. A few of ’em outright told me.”
He grimaces. “You know it’s not your fault, right? A lot of women have trouble orgasmin’ during sex. Even when they try to do it themselves. The problem is—”
“Please don’t psychoanalyze my vagina right now.” I groan, lowering my body again and resisting the urge to stay under the water this time. Silas’s way too happy knowing my secret.
“Then I’m gonna have to assume it’s my super talented tongue and fingers…” He waggles his brows and waves his fingers. “Or that you only date losers.”
Both. But I’m not admitting that to him or he’ll never shut up about it.
“I didn’t know what I was sayin’, so you can’t hold that against me. I was ten sheets to the wind.”
He cackles. “The phrase is three sheets, but I guess ten sounds more accurate for you.”
“And I’m back to hatin’ you.”
“Nice try, roomie. Admit it, you like me.”
“I do not! You’re a huge pain in my ass.”
“That’d be a lot more convincin’ if you didn’t spend the last twenty minutes starin’ at my arms and chest.”
“Out!” I point toward the door.
Damn him for noticing.
He laughs harder now. “You don’t want help gettin’ out?”
“No, I’m hopin’ I’ll slip and fall to my death so I won’t have to remember this conversation.”
“And you called me the dramatic one?”
“Go!”
He pushes off the counter, laughing as he leaves and winks before shutting the door behind him.
I’m still mortified by the time I drain the tub and walk out in only a towel. Silas sits on my bed, scrolling on his phone.
“Would you rather I hadn’t told you?” he asks.
“Yes. Ignorance is bliss and all that.” I walk to my dresser and dig out some comfy clothes.
“But if I didn’t tell you, I couldn’t help you with your little…problem.”
I scowl over my shoulder, motioning for him to turn around so I can get dressed. “How exactly do you think you can help me?”
“Well…I managed to do it once.”
“Yeah, about that…” I get my bra and panties on before sliding on a T-shirt. “How was it your virgin ass made me come my first time but no other guys seem to be able to?”
Or at least without a ton of effort and time.
“Uh…you don’t wanna know the answer to that.”
“Yes, I do. Tell me.”
Once my pants are on, I sit on my bed and he stands in front of me.
“Posey, I’m certain you don’t.”
“Was it porn? ’Cause that wouldn’t shock me. Most guys watch it.”
“No. Although, I did read a few of my sisters’ romance novels. Well, mostly the spicy parts.”
I tilt my head down and remove the towel. Though I didn’t wash my hair, I toss it up into a messy bun to brush through later.
“Okay, then what?”
He blows out a breath, crossing his arms and looking down at me. “You’re not gonna get mad or threaten to fire me again?”
“That depends on what it is.”
He sighs, relaxing his shoulders. “Your brother and Maisie were havin’ sex years before I did and he gave me a lot of pointers.”
Gagging, I nearly throw up again.
“I told ya you didn’t wanna know…”
“Oh my God, this is worse than I could’ve imagined!” I fall back on the mattress, pulling a pillow on top of my face. “You’ve officially ruined sex for me. Now I will always think of how my brother taught you how to give me an orgasm.”
“To be fair, he didn’t know you’d be my first.”
“Not helpin’!” My voice is muffled from the pillow but he chuckles anyway.
“Aren’t you glad I gave you a good first experience versus a bad one?”
I throw the pillow toward him. “I wouldn’t have known it was bad either way. At least not until I dated other guys.”
“I’m not gonna apologize for knowin’ what to do and makin’ you come.”
“Well, you should.” I pout, leaning up on my elbows.
“Or you could just let me help you.”
“You wanna be my sex coach, is that it?”
“I can talk you through how to tell your partners what you need in order to finish.”
“That would be too awkward. I know how to do it myself. It takes a while, but I have more patience than the men I sleep with.”
“I suspect they don’t make you feel safe and secure or that you can trust ’em to get you there.”
“Why do you assume that?”
“Do you tense up? Or feel in a rush to get there so they don’t feel bad? Do they tell you how good you’re doin’ or praise y—”
“Stop,” I blurt, needing his words erased from my brain immediately. “We’re not doin’ this.”
“Friends help friends, don’t they?”
“We’ve been friends for a week, so we can’t go from not talkin’ for years to sex tips.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause it’s weird! Amaya and I don’t even talk about that stuff.”
Bellamy and I do sometimes but she’s only had a couple partners so we usually talk about how much we hate dating instead.
“That’s a shame.”
“I’ve come to terms with my pathetic sex life so it’s fine.”
He raises a brow, then licks his lips as he walks backward toward the door. “Alright, well…if you change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“Okay.”
“My vibrator works just fine.”
“I bet it does.” His stupid smirk makes me want to throw something else at him. “But you might wanna keep it charged, then.”
“Good night!”
He opens my bedroom door, smirking like he knows something he shouldn’t. “Night. Sweet dreams, roomie.”
Groaning, I fall back on my bed and hope by morning it’ll swallow me whole so I never have to face him again.