“Sex toys are fucking hot.”
The way he said it, the way he looked at her, his gaze liquid, emboldened her. “Do you have any?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“How do you use them?”
He grinned wolfishly. “Do you want me to show you?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Oh yes. Yes I do.”
22
The clock on the desk was ticking extra loudly today.
Brent’s therapist looked extra relaxed, too. She smiled. “You know you can start wherever you want.”
Was she going to tell him that every time? Maybe she’d stop when he did something other than stare at the carpet for the first five minutes of a session.
But this time, he really couldn’t start wherever he wanted. He couldn’t tell this person what they’d done. I held Jess while some other guy got her off. Then he got me off, and then he came all over her legs, which was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. And right now, all I want to do is say whatever will get me the fuck out of this room because this was a giant mistake. We just need more of Evan.
“Who is Evan?”
“How much of that did I say out loud?”
“We just need more of Evan.”
“Ah.” Tension roiled in his gut. “It’s complicated.”
“You said that last time. Is it more or less complicated now?”
More. Definitely more. “I don’t know. More, probably.”
“Probably?”
“Definitely.”
“Tell me about that.”
“No offence, but I’m not sure I can. It’s personal.”
“That’s the whole point of all of this.”
“Yeah, but—” He took a deep breath. “Fuck it. Evan’s a guy she knows. He’s bi. And we fooled around together. All three of us.”
She nodded like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. “Did you talk about it?”
“Yeah.” Maybe it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
“Is everyone on the same page?”
“I think so.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“So where is this tension coming from?”
