After the spasms die down, my arms come up around Kate, bringing our chests together and her
head against my neck. I feel her heartbeat start to return to normal. And then she’s laughing, low and
satisfied.
“God…that was so…so…”
Now I’m smiling too. “I know.”
Earth shattering. Off the Richter Scale. Powerful enough to take out a small island country.
And any man who would build a room in his house for some chick who blew him off? Any man
who would wait years for that same girl to show up at his door, knowing she was with someone else?
He’s not a man at all.”
“What is he?”
“A big, hairy, unwaxed vagina.
Alexandra practically took Steven’s head off once because he borrowed one of my Playboys. Yet every summer, there’s The Bitch laying out on the beach with her Fabio-covered soft porn.
Yeah, I said, “porn.” That’s what it is.
And it’s not even good porn: “He moved his trunk-like manhood toward the weeping petals of her womanly center.
Before we get into that, there’s something I want to do first.”
There’s amusement in her voice as she asks, “What do you want to do, Drew?”
I pick her up, sweep everything off my desk, and lay her down.
“You.
Even just the thought her…God. I may end up being
the first man in history capable of masturbating without touching himself.
Look, Mom—no hands.
And I know someone who’s
perfect for her. He works in my lab. He’s smart. He’s funny. His name is Bert.”
Bert?
Is she fucking kidding me? What kind of sick son of a bitch names his kid Bert in this day and
age? That’s just cruel.
“He’ll show Kate a good time. I plan on setting them up this weekend.”
And I plan on handcuffing myself to Kate’s ankle and eating the key. Let’s see what kind of good
time Bert can show Kate when she’s dragging me around behind her like a Siamese twin.
I’m not lying to you now, Kate. But
it’s okay. Do what you need to do. Curse me out, slap me around—get it all out of your system. I can
take it. Because the more you push me away, the harder I’m going to fight to prove to you that this is
real. That I’m not going anywhere and that what I feel for you isn’t going to change. And then someday
—maybe not any time soon, but one day—I’m going to tell you that you, Kate Brooks, are the love of
my life, and you won’t have any doubt that it’s true.
It doesn’t much matter what you say when you’re screwing anyway. Or how you do it. Slow and
gentle or fast and violent—it’s the feelings behind it that make it mean something. That make it mean
everything.
Christ, am I enlightened or what? Aren’t you proud of me? You should be.
Stichwörter: enlightened
I’m going to make you so happy, Drew Evans.”
My arms tighten around her. “You already have. After this? Heaven’s going to be a major
disappointment.
Stichwörter: wow swoon-worthy
Forget I ever referred to my mother and screwing in the same sentence. That's just .... wrong. On so many levels.
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