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He probably knows me better than anyone, and at a time like this, when I’ve got something on my mind, it’s impossible for him not to notice.
“Spill,” he says.
I push the weight in the air.
“Spill what?”
He gives me a sarcastic glare. “You’ve been a cranky bastard for two days. What’s your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem.” I huff as I stand.
He takes his place on the bench. “Bullshit.” He does his set.
I lie back down to do mine. “I’ve got the shits with that chick, that’s all.”
He frowns. “Who? Miranda?”
I roll my eyes. Miranda is a girl I see sometimes. She’s trying to make friends with my sisters to get to me and it annoys the hell out of me. “No, not fucking Miranda. I’m off her.”
Ben frowns.
“That chick from here. Tully, the hot redhead.”
A smile crosses his face. “Oh, her.” He sips the water from his bottle.
I clench my jaw. It annoys me that she’s so hot.
He lies down to do his set. “So, what’s the problem?”
I shrug. “You tell me. We hooked up. It was smoking hot and now she’s not returning my calls.”
“This is the time we talked about the other night when you didn’t close?” he asks.
“No. I saw her again.”
He smirks and raises a brow. “And?”
I shrug.
He smiles. “Where?”
“Here.”
“Did you close?”
“Slammed the door shut.”
He chuckles and does another set. “And now she’s not answering your calls?”
“Nope. And I don’t fucking get it.”
He thinks for a moment and we move to another weight bench. “Well… what happened?”
I shake my head. “We hooked up, it was white hot, she fried my fucking balls, and now she’s disappeared.”
He frowns. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” I think for a moment and I push the idea out of my head.
“What?”
I shrug. “I lost my head a bit.”
“You were rough with her?” He frowns.
“Rougher than I meant to be.” I run my hands through my hair. “She was just blowing my fucking mind, you know?”
He watches me carefully. “Did you hurt her?”
“What?” I shake my head. “No, I didn’t hurt her. She was fucking loving it.”
My face falls. “It was her…” My voice trails off.
“Her what?”
I wince. “I popped her cherry.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “She was a virgin?”
“No. God no.” I exhale heavily. “Anal.”
His face falls and he stares at me, deadpan, and then, as if unable to believe what he’s hearing, he bursts out laughing.
“What?” I snap.
“You met a good girl in the gym, you fucked her up the ass in a public toilet, and you have to ask why she wants nothing to do with you?” He laughs out loud. “You are so fucking stupid.”
“She… she loved every minute of it,” I stammer.
He shakes his head in disbelief. “You can’t just take whatever you want from good girls like her.”
I frown.
“How long has it been since you were with a nice girl?” He stops what he’s doing. “A really good girl who doesn’t fuck around?”
I stare at him. I haven’t been with a good girl for years. I’ve forgotten the last one. I like my girls bad to the bone. “What relevance does that have with anything?”
“Everything.”
“Why?”
“Because you can’t take a good girl the way you want to. Not the first time, anyway. Not the first twenty times, actually.”
“What do you mean? That’s ridiculous, I’ll take them how I want them, and they’ll fucking love it.” What a ridiculous notion. I’ve never had a woman not want to come back for more.
“You have to train them up, they aren’t wired like us. You have to train their body and mind to take us how we want to take them,” Ben says.
“That’s bullshit. She loved it, came like a fucking freight train.”
“If she loved it, she’d be back for more.”
I stare at him, my mind a clusterfuck of emotions.
“Man.” He shakes his head. “If I tried that shit on Didge straight up I would have been dumped in a second flat.”
“You had to wait? I can’t believe that. Why would you wait for something you both want?” Wait. Didge is my sister. Disgust fills me. “I can’t believe we are having this conversation.”
He rolls his eyes, frustrated with my stupidity. “That’s the thing. Good girls aren’t wired to know that they want it. You have to show them how much they actually do. Slowly.”
I shake my head. “That’s not it. I know that’s not it. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m telling you, she loved every minute of it.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Maybe? But, I married a good girl. Stan married a good girl—your sisters—and we both had to wait to do what we wanted in the bedroom.”
I curl my nose, crease my brows and groan out loud. “I do not want to know what you and Stan do to my sisters, and I don’t fucking wait for anyone. I do what I want in the bedroom, when I want.” I walk towards the bathroom.
