Page 130 of Right Man, Right Time
You will not fucking chase after her.
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“You did a lot of grunting,”Posey says as we sit in our lockers, fresh from a shower after spending an hour lifting weights.
“So,” I say, knowing he’s right. I did a lot of grunting because I was fucking frustrated. I’m sexually frustrated, and the entire time I was lifting weights, all I could think about was how great Ollie’s pussy tasted and how I wanted so much more.
“Last time you grunted that much, something was bothering you. So . . . is something bothering you?”
“No,” I answer as I lean against my locker, not having the energy to get dressed.
“Something tells me you’re lying. Did something happen with you and Ollie last night?”
“Yeah,” I answer, just absolutely exhausted to do the runaround on this conversation. “I licked her pussy.”
“Uh . . . is that a bad thing?” Posey asks, sounding confused.
Mentally worn out, I realize that I need someone to talk to about the real reason Ollie and I are together—someone to work through this—so I turn toward him and say, “Yes, because we’ve been pretending to date each other, and last night, I lost control and ate her out.”
“Uh . . .” He blinks a few times. “What?”
“We aren’t really a couple. We’ve been faking it. But you can’t tell anyone.”
“Dude, come on. You know I hate fucking secrets, and what do you mean you’ve been faking it? Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to hear it from you guys, constantly babying me with Sarah around, and I wanted to keep Sarah at arm’s length. Ollie needed some help too, so we formed an agreement.”
“Well . . . shit,” he says. “I really thought you two were together.”
“We’re not.” Fuck, it feels good to get that off my chest.
“But from the sound of it, you want to be.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, yes, I want her. Fucking bad. But I don’t think I’m ready. I’m still carrying baggage from Sarah, and we just started the season. I don’t think it’s good timing.”
“Well, as much as I would like to be helpful, I really don’t think I’m the one to talk to. I’m not good with secrets, and if you tell me any more than you already have, I know I’ll end up blabbing. So best we keep this at what it is, an unfortunate slip of the tongue.”
Just then, my phone beeps, and I glance at the screen to see it’s from Ollie.
I swipe at my screen to read it.
Ollie:I just fingered myself to images of you last night.
“Fucking hell,” I say as I drag my hand over my face.
“What?” Posey asks. I flash the screen at him, and I watch as his mouth falls. “Jesus fuck.”
“See what I’m dealing with? You have to help me.”
Posey shakes his head. “No, I won’t get wrapped up in everyone’s issues. I’m one man. I can’t handle it all.”
“What else are you handling?”
“Well, I just got done nursing Pacey and Hornsby back to a solid, healthy relationship with their girls. I’m working on Holmes and making sure he doesn’t jump off a cliff from his unrequited love. I can’t fucking take you and the mess you’re in as well.”
“Too bad,” I say. “I need advice. What the fuck do I do?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Do you see me with a girl? This is really a question for Hornsby or Pacey.”
