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“It’s just talk and no one woman wants to have an ugly vagina. Obviously. You know me, gab, gab, gab.”
Yes, I wanted him, and I lusted after him. Did I ever really think he’d want me? No. But Bridge knew I was a big blabbermouth and usually just smiled and nodded like I did with my first graders when one told me she wanted to be an ant so she could carry things over ten times their body weight.
Sure, it was one thing to want Theo and feel hurt when he referred me to a gynecologist, as weird as all that sounded; if I didn’t have those baked beans for brains, I’d see that it was the proper response.
It was another thing to actually marry the guy. I learned from my parents not to expect much. I’d been emotionally hurt by them often enough to know better. That a guy like Theo wouldn’t love me. It was easier just to be casual, to talk a big game and sleep with Tom the History Teacher.
Dr. Theo James was in a completely different league. He had it all. Brains, brawn, beauty, and billions. And most likely a big dick.
She studied me. “You sure, because I saw him with his beard and he’s really hot. Don’t tell Mav.”
I rolled my eyes. Like Maverick James would feel threatened by any man, even his brother.
I played it off even more. “Seriously, I want to take something for a ride besides my vibrator and Tom’s not a bad option.”
The history teacher would do.
“I’m not looking for roses and candlelight, Bridge. I’m also tired of waiting. It’s happening. I want up against the wall kind of sex. Maybe bent over a couch or something. I’m twenty-four. It’s time.”
“But Theo–”
I cut her off. “You can’t set me up with Tom and then be Team Theo. It’s just sex, Bridge. So shut up and go get our pizza.”
5
THEO
“After Dr. Footsie,I’m surprised you’re not a born-again virgin.”
Mav and I were on the couch in Dex’s little rental house. Or my rental now. Dex’s contract on the place expired when he returned to the Silvermines at the start of the hockey season. Since he and Lindy were hot and heavy, they had her house to stay in when they came back to town.
Silas–the other brother–and I agreed we’d keep this renovated miner’s shack for ourselves since it seemed we popped into Hunter Valley often enough and we didn’t want to stay with Mav and Bridge like the first few visits. The very first time we checked on him back in July, Bridget had bolted from the place in only a sheet.
Yeah, a different house was required.
When I accepted the job at the medical practice, I already had a place to stay.
“Maude? Why are you bringing her up now?” I asked, tipping back my beer.
Mav brought a six-pack and we’d settled in to watch one of Dex’s games on TV. It was in Buffalo, and he’d already scored two goals. Between finding his woman and being one of the season’s top scorers, he was one happy fucker.
“Wondering if she’s the reason you bailed on being a trauma surgeon and took a job in a small Montana town.”
I had no doubt he, Bridget, Dex, Lindy, Silas… hell, even the head of surgical operations, wanted to know the real reason I bailed on that kind of career track.
I sighed, slumped lower on the couch. Scout, Mav’s dog, was between us, belly up, short little legs toward the ceiling, snoring. He didn’t stir. He had zero shame, and I was a little jealous.
“You think I let a woman dictate my life?” I pushed. I hadn’t thought about Maude since the day I walked into the third-floor doctor’s lounge and found her and one of the colorectal guys getting it on. And by getting it on, I meant they were on the bench in the locker area, and she was using her bare feet to work his dick.
I’d had no interest in seeing the dude’s dick and I definitely didn’t need to know Maude had some kinks she hadn’t pulled out when we fucked. Of course, we fucked in the same locker room, but I had her pressed against a locker and my dick was surrounded by her pussy, not her feet.
It meant I hadn’t been all that interested in finding out Maude’s needs, and she hadn’t been interested enough in me to share hers.
So when I turned on my heel and left them to their fun, I hadn’t looked back. Literally and figuratively.
For some fucked up reason, I had a different woman who filled my head these days. Mallory, the complete opposite of her best friend, Bridget. Mallory was outgoing, vivacious, a loudmouth and… hot. Now I knew things about her that only made her hotter. And I couldn’t tell my brother or anyone else because of patient privacy laws. Not that I would ever announce that Mallory was pretty much a virgin or that she was on the prowl. While I might not act like one when fucking, I was a gentleman. I wasn’t going to sit around and tell Mav such private things about Mallory. We weren’t women with wine. We were men with beers and hockey. But knowing her secrets… I was going to be the gentleman who fucked Mallory instead of some rando high school teacher.
She said she wanted to have sex. That it was time.Time.As if it was something to check off one of Lindy’s infamous to-do lists. Although if it was on Lindy’s list, no doubt Dex would happily check that off for her. Mallory didn’t seem to want rainbows and fucking unicorns. Harps and candlelight. It seemed sex to her didn’t have to mean a relationship.
