“Very intimidating,” someone agrees.
“But they’re so careful not to hurt us,” Sarah assures me. “Especially the first time. My husband thought I’d break. I had to tell him to keep going.”
“Mine too,” Megan laughs. “He kept asking if I was okay every thirty seconds. To the point where it got annoying.”
“They’re surprisingly gentle,” Miranda confirms. “Despite how they look, they’re terrified of hurting you.”
“And once you get past the initial... adjustment,” Drew grins, “it’s incredible.”
“How incredible?” I dare to ask.
Drew leans forward, eyes sparkling. “Okay. Story time. First night with Whelan.”
Everyone leans in eagerly, like they’ve heard this story before but love it anyway.
“He went seventeen times.”
Chapter Thirteen
Anna
There’s shocked silence around the room, and then chaos.
“Seventeen?! I don’t remember you saying he went that long. Wow.”
“That’s not possible!”
“I’m not exaggerating,” Drew says solemnly. “Seventeen times. I counted. I was exhausted and sore and it was even a little difficult to walk the next morning. Not that it was bad, it was wonderful, just…tiring.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
“Mine went five the first night,” someone offers.
“Mine passed out after three,” another says. “But that was still impressive.”
“They recover instantly,” Sarah explains. “No refractory period.”
“What?” My jaw drops.
“They can just keep going,” Megan confirms. “It’s exhausting and amazing.”
“Stock up on groceries when you decide to have sex with him,” Drew advises. “You won’t leave the cabin much.”
“Especially in the dark of winter,” Miranda adds. “That’s their... active season.”
“Active?” I squeak.
“Very active,” someone says meaningfully.
Everyone giggles.
“And you need to know that they always know when you’re aroused,” Sarah mentions casually.
I choke on my coffee.
“The scenting thing,” Megan explains. “They can smell it. Always.”
“Always,” Drew emphasizes. “Privacy is dead.”
