“I never said it was.”
“But you’re being evasive.”
“Am I?”
She huffs out a breath, and I chuckle.
“What if I told you,” I say, “that I learned it all from YouTube ‘how to’ videos?”
“No.” She shakes her head, and then she laughs. “Absolutely not.”
I shrug.
“Logan! Tell me that’s not true.”
She’s cute when she’s scandalized.
“It’s not true,” I admit. “Though, it’s notthatfar from the truth.”
“Spill it,” she says.
“All right,” I say, slicing off the last piece of apple and putting it in my mouth before placing the knife in the dishwasher andthrowing out the core. “In high school—can you handle this story? You’re looking a little green.”
“Every time I remember you’re barely out of high school…”
“You really need to let that go. You’re robbing the cradle. The whole world knows now.” They might. I don’t have social media. Could be the shitstorm that Tamiko tells me it is.
“Oh my god.” She reaches across the island and swats my arm. “Stop.”
“You’re just going to have to come to terms with the fact that a man who’s barely out of diapers is able to make you come better and more often than any other man.”
“Which gets us back to the question of how that’s possible.”
“Unlike me, Chayton’s always been a relationship guy. When I noticed that a girl I was with didn’t seem to be enjoying things as much as I was, I asked him about it. Basically, I didn’t know how to get her off, and she didn’t seem to know how to guide me. Or she was too shy. I’m not sure which. His girlfriend was… There’s no better way to put it. Her enthusiastic approval of his methods was exceptionally loud.”
“In high school? God, I wish.” She gets a thoughtful look. “So, he’s a wizard in bed too?”
“Not as good as me,” I say.
“And you’d know that because…”
“I just do. No need to even consider testing that theory.”
“I wouldn’t,” she says, and her gaze softens. “I promise.” We stare at each other across the island, and I’m glad she instinctively knew what I needed her to say. Women bounce from player to player on the team more often than I’m comfortable with, and I already know that seeing her with anyone else is going to be a complete sucker punch. That’s thebestcase scenario, at this point. That it’ll feel like I got punched when this is over.
“What was Chayton’s secret?” she asks.
“He had a set of instructional videos he’d ordered off the internet.”
“Oh my god. ItisYouTube.”
“A lesbian couple had a series called365 Ways to Make Her Come. Being the competitive kid that I was, I also ordered the series and watched all the videos, multiple times… For research.”
“For research?” Her laugh bubbles with delight and disbelief.
“I mean, can you deny that I was a good student?” I shrug and take a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with the ridiculously cold water she keeps in her fridge.
She sighs. “I can’t. But I also can’t believe that’s how you learned how to do all those things with your tongue and your hands and your dick.”
