The One For Me (Danver #8)(15)
Moved by the show of support, Crystal blinked back tears. “Is this where you tell me that he puts his pants on one leg at a time like the rest of the world?”
Nudging her in the side, Gwen winked. “Or we could say he takes them off that way. . . . Personally, I like that visual better.”
“You would, horny pregnant woman,” Mia teased. “I bet poor Dominic can barely keep up with you now.”
Gwen’s face flushed pink, but she gave a satisfied smile. “Trust me—he’s not complaining. The man is like the Energizer Bunny. I was determined to see how many times he could do it in a row before begging for mercy, and let me say—I was the one who gave up first and he actually seemed disappointed.”
“Seth’s the same,” Mia agreed. “The first few months we were together, I could barely walk straight. He goes at it hard.” Looking proud, she added, “We’ve broken the bed—twice so far. God, I love that man.”
“I have no idea why we’re friends,” Crystal pouted. “I pretty much hate you both most of the time. I’ve never been a part of anything being broken in the bedroom—well, unless you count speed records. Bill clocked in at less than five minutes on a regular basis.”
Gwen shuddered, while Mia cringed. “Well . . .” Gwen finally said, “sometimes men get a little excited and the actual main event might not last long.”
“I was talking about the whole thing—from start to finish. That includes any and all foreplay.” Crystal sighed glumly.
“Please tell me you at least got off during that time,” Mia pleaded.
“No,” Crystal said. “I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t realize how it could feel until I—you know . . .”
“Took matters into your own hands,” Mia guessed. “Crys, I would imagine that most women with a quick-draw man would feel that way. Heck, until Seth, my vibrator was the best I’d ever had. Some men just don’t care if a woman gets hers or not.”
“I was involved with a guy who was obsessed with making me orgasm,” Gwen added. “The thing is, he wasn’t really that . . . talented, and I felt like an old Buick that he was trying to fix up. I started faking it, just so he’d let it go. The point is, there are many things that can go wrong if you don’t click with someone sexually. If you’re attracted to Mark and he’s said that he feels the same, then I say pull out all of the stops and go for it. You don’t need to worry about what to do once you’re with him again because a guy like that knows enough for both of you.”
Crystal knew she probably sounded clueless, but she asked anyway. “So, how do I go after him?”
Mia put both elbows on the table and leaned forward to give her a confident smile. “You don’t have to do anything. If I’m right about Mark, then he’ll be coming after you shortly. Don’t change anything. He’s not going to be able to stay away now that he knows you exist. A man like that is going to be drawn to the innocent vibe you give off like a fly to honey. I give him a week, tops, before you hear from him. He’ll spend a few days in denial, telling himself all the reasons why he shouldn’t see you again. He may attempt to see other women to get you off his mind. When none of that works, he’ll break.”
“You really missed your calling,” Gwen marveled. “If you put all of that into a book, I’d buy it. You have me dying to know what happens next.”
“Me too,” Crystal enthused. “It sounds so exciting that it couldn’t possibly involve me.”
“Oh, baby, you’re the star of the show and only you will be able to script the ending,” Mia predicted. “And when you do, there had better be full disclosure. After the scare earlier over Mark’s package size, Gwen and I need to know that everything’s okay in that area so we can sleep at night. The whole world-in-balance thing, if you know what I’m saying.”
“You’re nuts.” Crystal laughed sheepishly. But she could only hope that Mia was right, although she couldn’t see Mark ever pursuing her, regardless of what he’d said about wanting her. When she got home that evening, she was going to write down everything that had transpired between them while it was still fresh in her mind. At least then, she’d have something to look back on if Mark never spoke to her again.
• • •
“So no Snow White this evening?” Denny asked as Mark settled back for the drive home.
“Snow White?” Mark repeated, meanwhile knowing full well who he was referring to.