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“No, actually.” A smile overtook my face as I noticed Briggs groaning and dropping his face into his palm. There was nothing sexy about a guy threatening me with an average fuck. “I think I’m good, Aaron.”
“My sex life is not your business,” he snapped.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I said, “It was just a question.”
Briggs snorted and keeled over onto the floor, and Aaron snatched up his water bottle, sucking down a few angry gulps as he glared at us. It was fun learning from these guys, and they told me a hell of a lot more than my middle school Sex Ed teacher had.
Later on, Briggs informed me that he did, in fact, make noise and that it did, in fact, have to do with his level of comfort and ability to ease into the interaction. Instead of tensing up and making sure he slammed into a girl as perfectly as possible, he could rear his head back and send his senses down to where they were needed. And it’s hard not to moan at that, he’d said.
According to him, in taking some focus off of the other person, surprisingly, he could stop worrying so much about making her come and actually enjoy the sex himself. And, in doing so, everyone enjoyed it more. It wasn’t a bad tip at all, and I found myself tucking it away for later. Truthfully, it sounded like the most thoughtful, confident commentary I’d ever heard about sex in my life. Perhaps Briggs’ little stature was hiding something much bigger…
Chapter 33
Jonah, That Afternoon
“I’m telling you,” June said from the other side of my closed bedroom door. “This thing will become your new best friend.”
“I don’t know,” Kai answered. “I’m not sure anything could help me at this point. I’m totally fucked.”
“Believe me. You don’t need him for shit. I love him, but you can do it yourself. If you’re interested in this stuff again, you should explore it.”
Who the hell was she talking about? In terms of men June loved, the options were Oli, me, and her father. Of those three options, only one coincided with Kai needing to be told he wasn’t necessary for shit.
Dammit.
The knob creaked, and the door swung open. I watched from my seat at my desk as both girls entered. Kai looked down at her hands. An opened, plastic box sat in one, and a small, teal-colored toy sat in the other. June eyed me and smacked Kai on the shoulder quickly. Kai immediately looked up and froze, both girls surprised to see me.
I should’ve been at the studio. Kai should have been, too, but I insisted they go get another coffee. A longer one, this time.
“I thought you’d be gone,” Kai said quickly, holding the items in her hands closer to her chest as if that would hide them from me.
“We’re practically finished recording. I thought you’d be out,” I muttered, staring at the object wrapped in her fingers. How dare she bring that shit into our room? What the hell did she think she was going to do with a vibrator in here? I lived here.
Fucking June, sewing shitty advice into her head. Fucking Kai, listening.
“Oli just texted,” June said with a forced friendliness. He most certainly had not just texted. “He’s finishing up a meal with Noah. I should go pick him up so he doesn’t have to call a car.”
“You bitch!” Kai said as June spun out of the room and left us here alone. The front door opened, and Kai looked in the direction of it until it shut. When she turned back to me, her mouth was hanging open like she was waiting for words to simply appear on her tongue.
“Would you like to tell me what exactly you’re thinking of doing with that?” I asked, eyeing the toy in her hand.
“Uhm.” She shook her head. “Well, I… It’s stupid. The girls and I went shopping. June said…”
“Touch yourself all you want, Kai, but not in my room.” Not in my room or I’d lock myself in here and explode at the thought of it. I’d wrap myself in the sheets she lay upon while doing it and live with my hand on my cock for the rest of my fucking life.
Her mouth snapped shut, her shoulders straightening out as she looked down on me. “I thought it was our room.” She walked to my desk and placed both the box and her phone down on the surface before lifting the toy up in one hand. “I think people usually touch themselves in bed, don’t they? You haven’t had sex in years, Jojo. You of all people would know.” Malice welled in those cinnamon eyes. I knew exactly what she was getting at, and my brain unraveled into one long string of uselessness at the thought of it.
“I have self-control and respect for the other person who shares this room.”
“I don’t,” she said happily as she turned away and dropped herself onto my bed. I swung around in my chair to watch her. To surveil her. She unzipped her pants slowly as she stared at me. As if she were testing me. As if she weren’t really going to do it. But she didn’t stop. Moments passed, and the zipper hit its limit. She tucked her thumbs into the top of her jeans as her grin grew wider. I couldn’t take that risk.
“You will not,” I gritted through my teeth. Rage pooled in my chest as I slid the palms of my hands roughly over the armrests of my chair.
“Just put your headphones on and get back to work. You won’t notice a thing.” Her voice was so sugary, so poisonous.
“Some discretion would be appreciated…”
I was about to tell her to fuck off to the bathroom, but she cut in enthusiastically. “Oh, of course!” She pulled my blanket over her body, shielding herself. “So sorry, Jojo. Do continue what you were doing.”
