Page 70 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

Mav. She was sharing her problems with her man.

Shit.

“You were home for six months before you met him.”

“I know and I said I was sorry. And doing it alone, hello pot, kettle, or whatever that saying is,” she said, sarcasm lacing her words.

“What are you talking about?” I wondered.

Aspen sputtered out a laugh, but she was watching the girls’ practice. Or Dex.

“You.” Bridget poked me in the shoulder.

“You do everything alone. You didn’t call me about the tree falling on the house.

You took on the insurance company on your own.

You were going to do it all by yourself as if it’s only your problem.

If you had your way, the place would have been fixed before you even told me about it. ”

“It’s my house.” When Bridget gave me another look, I added, “It’s your house too, but I’m the grown up. I’m the one who takes care of stuff like that.”

“I’m not ten any longer.”

I pursed my lips, but she wasn’t done.

“The broken toilet earlier in the year. I could have looked up online how to fix it just as easily as you did. The groceries. I know how to shop for food. The… do you really want me to go backwards and list it all?”

“Definitely not.” I crossed my arms over my chest which screamed defensive posture, which I couldn’t help.

“You’re not cranky right now because of me,” she pushed on. “You’re mad at Dex for not telling you he plays pro hockey.”

“His job explains why his butt is so fucking perfect,” Aspen added wistfully. She raised her hands and made a squeezing gesture which I assumed meant she was grabbing his butt.

Which I knew was perfect. And those thighs. Like steel.

“Did he say why he didn’t tell you?” Bridget pushed on after laughing at Aspen.

“He wants me to like him for him, not being famous.”

Aspen turned to look at me and she and Bridget shared matching expressions of awe and… lust?

Bridget sighed. “Don’t tell Mav, but Dex is pretty much perfect.”

“This is maybe the third time you’ve started a sentence with Don’t tell Mav.”

“That’s because we’re talking about his hot brother.”

We were all quiet for a moment as Dex set one of the cones on his head and led the girls on some kind of Follow The Leader where he did a few S turns, spun backwards and circled the net and kept going. I could hear their squeals and giggles from here as they tried to keep up.

“Speaking of not doing things alone,” Bridget began. “It’s time you got laid.”

“Totally,” Aspen added.

I glanced around in panic, hoping no other moms heard that. I saw that Dex had rearranged the cones and the girls had moved onto a new drill.

“I don’t need–”

“Yes, you do,” they said in unison.

“A vibrator is no substitute for Dex James,” Bridget said.

“God, no,” Aspen added.

“Here’s the problem. He has a job,” I pointed out.

“No, a career. In Denver. That starts up again soon. In Denver. I don’t need to know anything about the sport to know that teams travel to games all the time.

Away from Denver. I told you the other night he was temporary when I didn’t even know what he did.

Now? It’s official. He’s definitely not permanent, not even in–”

“Denver,” Bridget finished. “So?”

“So… I’m looking for permanent.”

“Girlfriend, you should be looking for orgasms,” Aspen said. “And with Dex James. You literally owe it to me, and all women in the world, to fuck that man.”

I had to laugh at Aspen. She’d been divorced for a few years and as long as I’d been taking her classes, hadn’t been in a serious relationship.

“You can have him.” As soon as I said that I wanted to yank the words back because of a fierce need to keep Dex as all mine.

“He wants you,” Aspen pointed out.

Bridget nodded. “He does and don’t tell me he hasn’t made that clear.”

I nodded. “He has.”

You’re my woman.

I’ll share a bed with you and spank your ass if needed, but you’re not getting my mouth or my dick until you beg.

I squirmed on the hard metal bleachers at the thought of Dex bending me over that table again and spanking me some more, then tugging down my thong and thrusting into me so–

“And you’ve turned him down? What is wrong with you?” Bridget winced again. “Sorry. Sorry! That was insensitive. There’s nothing wrong with you. But why, Lind, are you holding him off? He’s nice. Sweet. Gorgeous. Successful. Everything you have on your man list.”

It was true. He did fit everything on the list.

“I don’t know what this man list is, but he can probably go all night. And go at it hard. Rough. Whatever you want.”

I did want it hard and rough. Gah!

“He’s not staying in town!” I tossed my hands up. “Why should I waste time with Dex when he’s not Mr. Right?” I raised my voice, and I knew it was filled with frustration.

“Forget about Mr. Right. Go for Mr. Right Now,” Bridget advised. “Seriously. If he wants you and you want him, do him. Every which way. Have a fling, Lind. Have fun. You’ve earned it.”

“Hell, yes. You’ve totally earned Dex James and his magical dick.” Aspen sighed. “I know it’s magical. It has to be.”

I felt it just this morning. It was. It so was.

Did I go for it? Go for Dex? I was sleeping in his bed, so why not have a fling.

I could have the full Dex James experience and when he left, I’d be a few dozen–most likely, hopefully–orgasms richer.

I could handle that, right? But what about online, when I saw him in the winter with other women?

Could I handle it? Could I give up that magical dick? I had to.

So sex and lots of it for the next few weeks. I could do it. I wanted to soooo bad.

I looked to Aspen and Bridget, who nodded.

Okay.

I could do this. I wanted to. I needed to. It was time to fuck Mr. Right Now.