Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Foster
The nurse glances at the magazine in my hand. “Dr. Amato is almost done, but we’re going to get you guys into a room, so you’re all set when she gets here.”
“Perfect.” Callie hands me her purse as she steps on the scale in the hallway.
My mind is swimming. I’d really like to get Callie alone right now.
Actually, I want to seduce her just so I can prove to her that I can give a woman an orgasm.
She’s the anomaly, not the norm when it comes to women having orgasms with me.
Or maybe she’s confusing me with someone else. She had an orgasm. I’m positive.
The nurse brings us into an exam room, and she and Callie talk about how nice the weather is outside and how nothing beats spring in Chicago, except for maybe Christmas. I grunt along with the conversation, and Callie keeps shooting me looks like get your shit together.
Finally, the nurse leaves us with one of those damn paper sheet things for Callie to put on.
“Time to turn around.” Callie hops off the table.
I do as she says. “You’re joking, right? Trying to get into my head or some shit?”
She huffs. “Are we still on the article thing?”
I start to turn around but then remember she’s partially naked. “Yes, we’re still on the whole ‘you didn’t orgasm when we fucked’ thing.”
“That sounds crude. You know, because we have the baby coming.”
I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me. “Callie, we had sex in a nightclub bathroom. We fucked.”
“I’m just saying, I don’t want our kid to know that.”
“I’m not going to tell…” I shake my head. “Did you really not?” I sound like a desperate man with the begging note in my voice.
“Oh, you sound upset. You can turn around now.”
I do, and all the thoughts leave my head at seeing that damn paper sheet over her lap—and instead of having placed her clothes on the chair next to me, she holds them out for me.
“Put these on the chair for me, please?”
I take them and place them on the chair. “Tell me.”
Her body wiggles around as if she’s turning to jelly. “I don’t want to get into it. It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does,” I bite out.
“It’s not a big deal. You’re not the only man I didn’t finish with. There have been plenty… I mean, not plenty of guys. That’s an exagger—”
“I don’t care how many people you’ve slept with, Callie. What I do care about is that I gave you a fucking orgasm.”
Her head rears back. “Fine. No.” She’s so matter-of-fact. As if it’s not a big deal.
“Fuck.” I pull at the back of my neck with my hand, cringing.
It’s like I used her to get off. Is that what she thought this entire time? I got off, and she didn’t, and if that doesn’t mean I’m a selfish bastard, I don’t know what does. It makes me no better than my dad…
“In all fairness, we were rushed.”
Most times I’ve had sex with a woman, it’s been rushed. I’m not the kind of guy who takes his time… oh shit. I grab the magazine to keep reading, and sure enough, there’s another statistic that stabs me right in the fucking dick.
81% of women orgasm when they masturbate.
There it is in black and white for all the men who don’t make their women come. They don’t need us.
“You’re really freaking out about this, Foster. But I mean, you were in it for yourself. That’s fine.”
There goes the selfish bastard bell ringing again.
I say her name in a calm tone that I don’t feel in any fiber of my body right now. “It is not fine that I didn’t give you an orgasm.”
Is this what she’s grown used to? Disappointment by man after man? Is this why she puts those walls up around herself? It’s gone so far that during sex, she doesn’t even expect to have an orgasm?
She rolls her eyes. “You’re being very alpha male right now, like I’m ruining your reputation or something. I’ll tell you what. It’s our little secret. I’m not gonna tell anyone, but…”
I inhale a deep breath. “What?”
“It’s just… I’m probably not the only one.” She shrugs.
My mouth falls open as the air is sucked from my lungs. It feels as if someone just punched me in the nuts. “So, you think there’s like a Foster Davis sucks at sex thread somewhere, and all the women I’ve slept with comment about how shitty of a partner I am?”
She laughs. “Someone sure thinks a lot of himself.” She shifts, and the wrinkling of the sheet echoes through the empty room. “There isn’t a thread somewhere. I mean, I never went looking for one.”
I stand in front of her, so she has no option but to look me in the eye. “So it was shit. Like you were waiting for it to be over?”
She shakes her head, and damn that smile for being so cute when I’m fuming at myself and can’t really appreciate it.
“Okay, calm down.” Her smile fades as though she can read my mind.
“We were really hot, right? Like, we went from arguing to me being pressed against the wall. And it was really, really hot. But then when we got to the bathroom…”
I lower my head and pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling.
“You’re a good kisser,” she says as though she’s trying to let me down easy. “And I’m sure with more time… You were rushed.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “You have no idea how much I want to lie you down on this bed and make you come right now.”
“Well, that’s not gonna happen.”
“I owe you an orgasm.”
She laughs, and it’s so loud there’s no way the people outside the room don’t hear it. “No, you don’t.”
I lean into her, placing my hands on either side of her hips, the thin sheet crinkling beneath my palms. “Callie, you just shattered me.”
“I’m sorry.” She looks genuinely upset. Her hands come to my cheeks. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Please stop saying that.”
Her head tilts, and we stare at one another. “Are you asking me for a chance to prove yourself? We’re platonic, just friends. No complications, remember?”
I shake my head. “I can’t find it in myself to care right now.”
“You will after you have an orgasm.”
“After you have an orgasm.”
She laughs. “Okay, you need to go sit down. We’ll talk about this after the doctor comes in.”
There she goes erecting that wall again. After last night, we both know we’re hanging on by a frayed thread already.
“One night. No strings. One repeat.”
Her eyes widen, and she inhales. But she doesn’t say no. “Foster…” Even her tone doesn’t suggest no.
“You say the word.”
“All so you can prove yourself?”
“Yes.”
I can’t even lie. It’s not just about proving I can make her come. I want to show her that not every man is a selfish bastard who’s going to disappoint her. That she’s worth the time and attention.
“I—”
A knock sounds, and the door opens. “So sorry, guys,” Dr. Amato steps in then comes to a stop. “Oh, do you want me to—”
“No, we’re just talking.” Callie lightly pushes against my chest.
I straighten and go take a seat. She’ll probably never take me up on my offer, and I’m not even sure why I give a shit, but the thought of her always thinking I’m mediocre at sex just doesn’t sit right.
I’ve made a lot worse mistakes in my life than sleeping with Callie Carlisle one more time.