This time he laughs. “Good God. Have you been taking lessons from Pops on how to say the most inappropriate shit?”
“No,” I mumble. “There’s a point to the question other than embarrassing you.”
He lifts his Stetson up and scratches his head. “I mean, yeah, I used to be that guy. Like I said, I don’t do that anymore. I haven’t been with anyone in... well, a while.”
Hm, we'll put a pin in that last part.It makes me curious, but I’ve got a different question in mind.
“Have you ever been with a woman who couldn’t...” I force myself past the embarrassment heating my cheeks. “You know... Orgasm?”
The way his head immediately snaps in my direction is comical. “Like at all?”
“Like during sex.”
He tips his head in thought, then shrugs. “I think they all left my bed satisfied. Some of them took more effort, but... yeah.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Why?”
I groan and fall back onto the blanket. “This is so embarrassing.”
Tripp grips my arm gently and gives it a little shake. “Don’t be embarrassed, Quinnie. It’s just me. Tell me.”
“I’ve never... how’d you put it?” I swallow hard. “Left a man’s bed satisfied.”
His brows shoot up. “Never?”
I shake my head.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Ugh. No!” I throw my arms over my face. “This is humiliating.”
I might not be virginal, but I also didn’t have a ton of experience. I’d spent most of my high school and college years with my nose in books, and after that, I worked myself to the bone to become one of the best veterinarians in the state specializing in emergency and critical care.
I’d barely had time to getmyselfoff, let alone teach someone else how to do it.
At thirty-two, no man has ever made me come. And that thought makes me want to cry from sheer frustration.
“Clearly, it’s a me problem,” I mutter. “Since you’ve had such a large sample size and none of them hadissues.“
He tugs at my arm again. “Maybe they were just Oscar-worthy actresses,” he says, then flashes me a brilliant smile. “Or maybeI’mjustthatgood.”
He winks, and I groan. “I really should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
Damn tequila.
“How long are you going to give me shit about this?” I ask warily.
He tilts his hand back and forth and screws up his face like he’s thinking hard. “Endlessly,” he promises.
I grimace.
“Until the day you die.”
A low whine escapes my throat.
“Probably will give you shit about it in the afterlife too, if I’m being honest.”
“You’re such an ass.” I smack his chest, but he just laughs. I take a playful swing at him, but he catches my hand midair and laces his fingers through mine.
The sound of his deep chuckle makes my body hum, and I don’t bother pulling away.
