Page 47 of Right Man, Right Time
Silas shakes his head. “No. It was an interesting thing to experience. He was never the doting boyfriend, but Winnie came along, and he was like a goddamn grizzly bear. He didn’t want anyone going near her.”
“That’s hot,” I say. “Too bad he’s taken.”
Silas shakes his head. “And then there’s Levi Posey. He will eat anything you put in front of him, truly loves food, but not refined food. He likes things like bologna and Swedish Fish.”
“There is nothing wrong with Swedish Fish.”
“He eats the Swedish Fish on his bologna sandwich.”
“Oh.” I wince. “Ew, that’s gross.”
“Exactly. And he seems like this loveable guy who is nice to everyone, which is true, but the boy gets around.”
“Like sleeps with a lot of women?”
“Yes, but he’s never mean about it. He never hurts women’s feelings. They know what they’re getting into. And people always assume it’s Hornsby who is the biggest player, but really . . . it’s Posey.”
“Where do you fall in line on that scale?” I ask as he makes a right.
“I met Sarah back in high school. I was never with anyone else. It was me and her up until we broke up. I’ve fucked around a bit since, but nothing like Posey or Hornsby before he met Penny.”
“Interesting. So you’ve had sex with other women besides Sarah?”
“Yes.”
“Who was the lucky girl after your breakup? And how did it feel?”
“Some girl I picked up at a hotel bar. It was really fucking weird at first. I was drunk. She was drunk. I fumbled a lot, so it probably wasn’t her best experience.”
“Aw, poor Silas. Did you find your stride after that?”
“Yeah.” His hand falls to his thigh. “Sex for me is way different now. I don’t feel like I have to stay in a box. If I want to talk dirty, I won’t get chastised for it. If I want to spank a woman’s ass, I don’t feel bad about it. If I want my cock sucked, I’m going to ask and won’t have any regrets.”
I fan myself. “Ooo, tell me more.”
He chuckles. “When you’re with someone for so long, you get in a groove and forget that you can explore other options. I’ve explored. I know what I want now.”
“I know what I want, just haven’t had the chance to ask for it,” I say.
“Why not?”
“Haven’t found a guy worthy of my time,” I answer.
“At least you have standards.”
“I do.” I clear my throat. “So there is one more guy in your group. What was his name again? Uh, it began with an H.”
“Halsey Holmes,” Silas says. “He’s a tough one. He lost his twin brother a few years back. Holden. We were all devastated, but Halsey really didn’t handle it well for obvious reasons. He’s never been the same. He’s focused on hockey and hockey alone. Some of the championships we have are because of him. When he comes up to the cabin during the off-season, he keeps to himself a lot of the time, always reading, and we just let him because we know if he needs something, he will come to us. Surprisingly, out of the guys in our group, he’s the most levelheaded. Well, he and Pacey. If you need advice, they’re the ones to go to.”
“Huh,” I say as I stare down at a picture of Halsey. “He’s also really handsome. Is he dating anyone?”
“No, but he has a huge crush on a girl who is actually dating someone else.”
“Aw, that makes me sad for him. Does she know?”
“Probably not. We barely know about it. It slipped out of him earlier this year, and it’s something none of us have been able to let go because we’re pretty sure he hasn’t had sex since his brother died.”
“Interesting,” I say. “I mean, that’s not the end of the world. I’ve barely had sex.”
