She lowered her leg and turned to look out the passenger window. I couldn’t see her face, but could hear the hurt in her voice. “Both of them. My ex is the next partner at Montgomery Law and Sheryl is his paralegal.”
Holy shit.
“He told me it was my fault he slept with her.”
“Your fault?” I tried to temper my voice, but I wastoo fucking pissed for Sage. Ireallydidn’t like this guy.
“Yeah, said I… um, couldn’t satisfy him.”
I slammed on my brakes and the truck slid across the snowy road. I reached out, stopping short and set my hand on Sage’s chest.
Then, I threw the truck in park and turned to face my woman. Her eyes were wide as she looked around for some kind of emergency. “Buck, what’s the matter? Why did we–”
“He ever go down on you?” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have this conversation, because I didn’t want to imagine her with anyone else. I wasn’t hypocritical though. I was no virgin. Still, having her past sex life thrown in my face wasn’t all that great.
Her head whipped around. She looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe for pulling over or for the question. “What kind of question is that?”
“You heard me. He ever do what we did in the diner? Did he ever want to taste you so bad he dropped to his knees like I did?”
Her cheeks flushed and she shook her head and the puff ball on top of her knit hat wobbled. “No. He didn’t like it.”
Didn’t like eating pussy. Either he was in-the-closet gay or a dick.
“He ever make you come?” I pushed.
“Like, ever?” I didn’t realize there were variations to the question, but she’d found one.
“Yeah. He take care of your needs?”
“Well, no. I’d touch myself or finish when he went to shower after.” She bit her lip after saying that, as if she was afraid any other truths would fall out.
“Went to shower after,” I muttered. Instead of hating the guy, I was liking him more and more. He wasn’t competition. He wasan exampleof what she didn’t want.
“Lemme guess, sweetheart, he fucked with his socks on? Under the covers? Lights out?”
“Well, um–yeah.”
“He religious or something?”
“What?” She frowned again. “Why… why does that matter?”
“Because if he had weird rules because of his faith, that’s one thing. But if it’s because he’s a selfish prick, then Sheryl the paralegal deserves him. You’re lucky to be rid of him.”
She huffed. “Except after two months, he hasn’t caught on that he’s been dumped because he keeps messaging.”
I didn’t like to hear that.
“You blocking his ass?”
“Of course, but he uses different numbers. He’s probably going through every landline in his office.”
“He calls again, let me know. I’ll set him straight.”
I meant it, too. I knew all the places on the ranch no one ever went to. Where a body could easily be dumped and even Colt, the sheriff, couldn’t find.
“You think your ex is giving Sheryl good sex?”
She had to see that this guy was at fault for everything, including her lack of orgasms. She was ridiculously responsive. She dripped for me, and we hadn’t even had sex yet.
