Hate to Love You(23)

I stopped walking. “Like a guy? You’re shitting me, right?”

“Nope.”

Oh God. Nothing I’d seen in Tarzan’s stash of hilarious eighties porn had prepared me for female ejaculation. “I thought that only happened to men.”

She snorted. “And to some way too soon, poor buggers.”

“But what if I go off too early or spout like a leaky fire hydrant nobody can fix?”

Marcia sniggered. “Then you call in the fire brigade to sort you out. Or the army.”

“It’s not funny, Mar—it’s bizarre. I didn’t even know women could do that,” I said, still taken aback.

She shrugged. “It depends on how stimulated you are and if he got to your G-spot the right way. And don’t worry, it’s nothing to do with urination. It’s to do with hot sex. Trevor tried to get me to blow once, but...nada. Guys think it reflects on their virility.”

I smiled, remembering James’s reaction. The pleasure had been intense but...ejaculation?

“Why does the weird shit always happen to me?” I whined.

“Just enjoy it. What I want to know is how Caroline reacted to your little tryst with her hombre.” She linked her arm through mine and we continued walking. “Is she still going to marry James? And what did he say when he found out it was you?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I thought I was in for it after James phoned from Sydney but Caroline never switched on the raging bitch. I figured they hadn’t discussed their row that night and would get to it the next day. When she came home last weekend I was shitting myself, waiting for her to burst into my room and strangle me, but she didn’t say a word about it. It was freaking me out.”

Marcia’s eyebrows puckered. “Your sister is evil. Maybe she’s plotting her revenge, just waiting for the right moment.”

“Nope. She left her laptop open when she went shopping and I read her messages. James sent her a pretty hot e-mail after he arrived in Sydney.”

I sighed, remembering. He’d just got out of the shower, hard and aching and—

Marcia shook my arm impatiently.

I mimicked Caroline’s voice. “I love you darling but your sexual talk is making me very uncomfortable. Please can we wait until we see each other to discuss intimacy?” The rest of her uptight message flashed through my mind. “James was graphic but she reacted as if he’d said he wanted to be her tampon. Like it was gross—when it was so hot I couldn’t sleep.”

Marcia laughed, delighted. “Inside the buff and haughty lurks the rough and extra-naughty. I like James more by the minute.” She shouted at Kai and waved him back. “Maybe you should come clean. After all, James isn’t blameless. He came on to you, masculine and irresistible. And then he seduced you with his dirty talk!”

“We seduced each other,” I murmured.

Kai ran back to us, his face smeared in chocolate. Much to Marcia’s amusement, I promised to join him on the trampoline. So what if I had a soft spot for him? I’m a real sucker for cute little curly heads with brown eyes, and he had a crush on me. I didn’t want to let him down. Marcia tugged on Kai’s hair. She dropped a few coins into his palm and gave him a little push.#p#分页标题#e#

“Go get yourself some rock candy, mate. And more chocolate.” She wagged her finger at him and gave him a fierce look. “Don’t tell Mum or I’ll yank your willy.”

“You gotta catch me first,” he called over his shoulder.

I stopped to put a hand to Marcia’s forehead as she had done to me. She believes giving sugar to children is a form of child abuse, and I’d had to beg her to let Kai have the ice cream.

She sighed heavily. “When I drop him off he’ll be too hyper to settle down for tea. Then Mum will be too worried about him to nag me about dumping Trevor. She thinks he’s an immature wannabe football player who’ll break my heart.”

Mrs Oliveira had the right of it and I’d told Marcia as much before I went into rehab. When I came out they were living together. Sometimes you have to let people get hit by the train no matter how much you want to yank them off the track. I heaved a frustrated sigh at my freaky ability. It’s more than an unwanted quirk; it’s a useless curse from a God with a sick sense of humour. Why the hell give me the ability to see things if I can do nothing about them? I wasn’t even able to protect myself when it came down to it. I’d tried to protect Marcia, telling her what I’d seen in Trevor’s eyes when he looked at me. That didn’t go down well and our tense conversation ended with her telling me to take a chill pill. So of course I did.