“We’re clearly going to need more booze for this conversation.” He chuckled as he stepped inside the house.
He returned with a new bottle of wine tucked under one arm and a six-pack of beer in his other hand.
He didn’t say a word as he refilled my wine glass. And then he popped the top off his beer and took a long pull.
I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his neck as the liquid moved down his throat.
Why was that so sexy?
Leave it to my best friend to have a sexy neck and an alluring Adam’s apple.
He leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes on me. “He couldn’t even make you come with his tongue?”
My heart thudded in my chest, and I reached for my wine glass and took another sip. I swallowed a few times before speaking.
“He never tried. He said oral sex was for college kids, not grown adults. Unfortunately, my college boyfriend was in too much of a hurry, so he never wentdowntowneither.”
Cutler’s eyes widened. “Eating pussy should be every man’s pleasure. I plan to do it until I take my last breath. There’s nothing better than getting a woman off with your tongue.”
Did it just get hot in here?
“Well, it’s clearly not for everyone because none of my boyfriends had any interest in it. Or maybe I have an unexciting vagina.” I blew out a breath.
“I promise you, you don’t have an unexciting vagina.” Loud laughter bellowed from him.
“Well, then, maybe it’s not for everyone. Maybe it’s just ayouthing.”
Why do I sound so defensive now?
“Gracie.” His voice was deep and gruff.
“What?”
“It’s not a me thing. It’s a feel-good thing. And you should feel fucking good when you’re having sex. It’s not supposed to be a race. It’s not supposed to be hurried. A man should never chase his own pleasure before he pleasures his lady.”
It was a very Cutler thing to say. Of course he would please any woman he was with. It was his nature.
Anytime over the years that I’d ever said I was hungry, Cutler would appear with a sandwich, or a bag of chips.
If I said that I was cold, he’d come out of nowhere with a jacket.
He was that guy.
So naturally, with my sex life being in the shitter, I’d come to the right place.
“I’m thinking I approach my next relationship differently,” I said, tracing my finger over the rim of my wine glass as I thoughtover my next words. “Maybe I have a fling. Something casual. I’ve been looking for Mr. Right, and where has that gotten me?”
“Broke in Paris with bad sex,” he said, with a mischievous grin on his face.
I tossed my napkin at him and shrugged. “You aren’t wrong. So tell me how to attract a man who will be—you know, different from the men I’ve been dating. No more looking for Mr. Right. I’m going to just look for Mr. Right Now.”
“Jeege, you can attract any man you want. It has nothing to do with you. It’s about you not choosing these boring dickheads.”
“Of course you’re going to say it’s not me.” I looked at him. “Okay, focus. So let’s say I go on a date. Instead of trying to find out their life story, or to find out what makes them tick, I need to loosen up a bit. Maybe I say something dirty?” I chewed on my bottom lip, and I could feel my cheeks heat. “You know, to put that vibe out there that I’m looking for some—passion.”
He reared back with a laugh, and I glared at him. “This is not a joke, Bear. You aren’t allowed to laugh. This is serious. I don’t want to die without experiencing good sex.”
He covered his mouth as his gaze softened. “I’m not laughing at you, Jeege. You’re just fucking funny sometimes. And you know I’ve got you. But you’re twenty-eight years old—your life is far from over. It’s just starting. And now you know what you’re looking for next. So you need to get comfortable in your own skin. Comfortable with your sexuality.”
