“You’re dating people. Ask them,” he told me.
“Right, then I seem like a goober,” I argued. “And don’t tell me to ask my sister. We aren’t there. Should I ask youraunt?Or the internet?”
“Oh fuck, yeah, don’t ask the internet,” he groaned. He sighed when it was clear I wasn’t going to let this go. “Yes, things get—can get aggressive during fun. You’ve not had any of that?”
“I mean I’ve been sore, but—I think I’m stuck on the wrists thing,” I admitted.
He cleared his throat. “If it’s all being done right when you’re feeling that much pleasure, you don’t always realize—”
“I’m uncomfortable with this,” a deep voice said.
Link immediately jumped to his feet and away from me, but I simply glanced up at Winter from where I was sitting on the bench in the stable. “Why?” I glanced between him and Link.
“He knows why,” Winter answered, his gaze on Link. “And you don’t, little sexy. So just know I’m uncomfortable with it even if you don’t get why, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, sorry, but don’t be mad at him,” I muttered as I glanced between them again. “He did try to shut it down. A few times even, but I threatened to go to the internet, and it involves Tracey, so I wasn’t going to let it go.”
Winter’s attitude relaxed and he focused on me. “So you weren’t just going to another man asking about sex and what felt good like I walked up on?”
I couldn’t hide my hurt, reacting like he’d slapped me. “No. Wow, Winter.”
“He jumped away from you like he was guilty, little sexy,” he defended.
“I jumped like that because I shouldn’t ever let my guard down and I didn’t even sense you,” Link defended. “It’s been a fucked day and I’m all over because—you don’t know what happened.”
“The healer and Rita filled me in,” Winter corrected. “That’s why I’m here for Bevin.”
“To make me feel like shit and like a cheater?” I whispered, not even able to look at him. “And that I was toostupidto get that would be wrong? Yeah, glad you came.”
“That’s not what I meant, little sexy,” he muttered.
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped and stormed back to the house.
Well, so much for not hitting and bumps with one of them.
And being able to handle things better. Emma really needed to give me conflict resolution lessons that included me not acting like a petulant child.
20
Sergey
Bevin was struggling and I didn’t know how to help.
Well, she’d been struggling since I’d met her—validly—but this time I was at a loss on how to help her. Luckily, I’d kept my mouth shut for once and hadn’t said what was in my snarky brain.
Kevin had though, almost exactly what I’d been thinking… And Bevin was still shooting him looks of death. So I really dodged a bullet there.
I wasn’t the only one shocked at her reaction—overreaction even, but it was Clare who explained that they weren’t allowed to do things they wanted the way they wanted, and while she and Bevin were exploring how to handle their own lives and learn for themselves that support, notmockingwould be appreciated.
She wasn’t wrong but it… Fine, Kevin was being a snot before coffee and when he was a guest at their house. Rita had laid into raising him better, and he didn’t get infinite passes because of what he’d been through so to pull his head out of his ass.
What was this all over?
Bevin’s daily schedule. No big, right?
Except it kind of was a point of contention. Or worry.
For me worry.
