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She opens her mouth wide in protest, then she laughs and drinks. “Tim, you’re up,” she says.
“I can be if you like.”
“Seriously? That’s your line?”
Tim laughs as he takes up position, flexing his muscles as he does. “I have never… had sex in a garden shed.”
I practically spit out my drink.
“Why would you have sex in a garden shed?” Yvette asks.
Tim shrugs.
“Bullshit,” Amy says. “It has to be bullshit.”
“No bull,” Tim says triumphantly, and Amy takes a drink. “I don’t know, man, I guess it’s the tools or something,” he explains to Spencer as he retakes his seat.
Spencer goes next, with sex on a beach in Belize.
Matty goes with blow-job in a Porsche, at which I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“I’m up? Okay…” I move into the middle. “I have never… had a threesome.”
“True!” Amy squeals, her volume increasing with each sip of champagne. “Although I can believe two guys would want you at the same time.” She winks at me then less-than-subtly at Matty and Clark. I, in turn, look for the nearest hole to crawl into as I take a long swig of wine.
Clark waits until I’m back in the sanctity of my seat before he takes his turn. When he gets to the middle, he dips his shoulders under the water and drags a hand back through his wet hair. The man really could be an advert for Gucci or Rolex.
He clears his throat then stares at me. His lips curl slightly, such a small move you’d have to be paying him close attention to notice.
“I have never… made love all night. The kind that takes over you. Your mind, your body, your soul. And you don’t tire of it, you keep going until you forget everything except just the two of you, until your legs go weak, until sweat runs between you and your lungs forget how to breathe.”
“Bullshit!” Amy shouts. “No man can go all night.”
My eyes sting, burnt by memories of him, us, those exact feelings. Now I know that he felt it too… but if he knew what I knew, if he’d felt what I felt, how could he end it?
I contemplate charging out of the tub. Leaving, the way he does right after someone has declared how they feel. But I stay, and I remind myself that he probably spent nights just like that, more nights than we ever did, making Constance’s legs and heart turn to jelly, making her mind blank as the most profound orgasms ripped through her body.
I don’t know who won. I drink regardless.
I try to muster smiles and laugh in the right places through another two games, but it’s fiction, all of it, because what I really am is pissed off. At the man sitting next to me, at the way he can get under my skin so easily and spread like a disease. Angry at the whole damned situation. Above all, pissed off that I can’t stop thinking about his naked flesh so close to mine, and that I can’t stop my sex from aching to be satisfied by him, the way he feels inside me, grinding against me, and yes, going at me all fucking night.
Teddy and Yvette are first to say goodnight. We shuffle to wish them sweet dreams. As Clark sits back down next to me, his leg presses against mine. It’s an intentional move, I’m sure. Like the yawn and stretch in the cinema by a fifteen-year-old boy on his first date. But his touch sets off sparks in me, it ignites passion deep in my bones. I don’t want it, or rather, I know I shouldn’t want it, but no one has ever held me, sated me, the way Clark has. I’ve never felt the need to be desired and taken by anyone as fiercely as I have with Clark.
His leg presses harder, more deliberately. He’s talking to Spencer but his hand moves tentatively to my knee. I can’t. I won’t.
I grab his hand beneath the water and squeeze his fingers hard, the same way I’d wrap my fist around a stress ball to vent frustration. “You’ve had too much to drink,” I grate through my teeth. I tell the group I’m going to hit my bed so I can rise early and get in a full day on the slopes.
Matty throws daggers at Clark, which makes me wonder whether he saw the altercation, then he hugs me and tells me not to let the bed bugs bite.
As I climb the stairs, I know the bed bugs won’t bite but something else will have to if I’m going to put out the flames between my legs.
I close the bedroom door and lean my back against it. I drop my towel and run my hands over my stomach, up to my breasts. I close my eyes and see him. His hands, his mouth taking my nipples.
I slip my fingers through my slick labia and feel just how much my body wants him.
