by Ella Fox
“Come on, Ry, it’s been years,” she huffed. “You have to miss…”
Little ears were listening, so JJ spelled out the word S-E-X. I straightened up from belting Emmett in and set my arm on the hood of the car as I rolled my eyes at my sister.
“And yet I really don’t.”
I wasn’t lying, either. I didn’t miss it. Not at all.
“That’s just wrong,” she argued. “You’re twenty-eight but you act ninety. No red-blooded male just forgets about S-E-X.”
“I haven’t forgotten about it,” I answered. (actually, I thought maybe I had, for all intents and purposes, but I just didn’t care.
“It’s only been like…”
I trailed off, frowning as I tried to remember how long it had been. Yep. I actually had forgotten. My career was my life and I put it ahead of everything but my sister and her family. Otherwise, I lived to work and worked to live. There was no room for anything else.
“Four years,” JJ provided in exasperation.
I tapped my fingers against the roof of the car and shrugged. “It’s not right to date and give people an idea of things that are never going to happen. I’m never getting married or having kids and meaningless S-E-X isn’t enjoyable at all.”
It really wasn’t, and I was somewhat of an expert on it seeing as I’d never had sex with anyone I felt connected to. I’d lost my virginity my senior year in college to someone I’d dated for a short period of time. The feelings weren’t there and the sex was lackluster. Since then, I’d had a grand total of three partners. In my opinion there was almost nothing worse than being skin to skin with someone you didn’t have feelings for. I found it uncomfortable and, to be completely honest, a bit depressing.
JJ said my walls were built to high and I had to acknowledge that she wasn’t necessarily wrong. I knew a lot of it had to do with my frame of mind—mainly that I didn’t want children. The chance of finding someone who wanted the same things I did was about a million to one, so I kept my heart protected because it was easier. The worst thing would’ve been to develop feelings for someone who wanted a family. I had never once felt the desire to be a father and that was a big deal to me. I believed being a parent was something you should want with your whole heart. If you didn’t feel it, having children was downright cruel. I was a lot of things, but cruel wasn’t one of them.
“You’re too firm about that meaningless thing,” Jamie argued. “At least it would be human contact. Dating your fist isn’t normal.”
“I don’t date my fist,” I answered stiffly.
I didn’t, either. In fact, I hadn’t taken myself in hand for months, maybe even as long as a year. I knew my lack of sexual interest was due to my having a low sex drive. In my opinion, there were worse things in life than not banging my way through the town or jerking it incessantly.
“What’s that mean?” Emmett called out from the backseat. “Unca Ry dates his fist?”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing out loud as my sister gaped at her son.
“Emmett!” She scolded. “That’s not what I said. Don’t listen to adult conversations.”
“Yeah it is. The door’s open, Mommy,” he pointed out with a giggle. “I has good ears.”
“Well, I mean… good Lord!” Jamie sputtered and glared at me before looking back to Emmett. “Your ears heard wrong, honey. That’s not what I said.”
“Sure, Mommy. Whatever you say,” Emmett said cheerfully. “Can me go get my bots cake now? Your talkin’ is boring.”
I wanted to high-five my nephew right then. If he hadn’t put the kibosh on it, my sister would’ve talked my ear off for an hour about potential fix-ups. Jamie was a machine where I was concerned. No matter what I said she maintained an opinion that it was an absolute abomination that I wasn’t out searching for someone to plant my seed in.
Emmett chattered the whole way to the bakery about his party and his friends at school, and I laughed a lot at his funny stories. I’d never have any of my own, but I adored my sister’s children. They were all amazing, hilarious and so damn smart.
I held onto Emmett’s hand as we walked from my car—a formerly pristine Mercedes that my nephew had just spilled red juice in—toward the bakery. I loved the kid like crazy but damn was I sad about that juice, especially since the car was only nine days old. Fortunately the interior was black, so the juice stain wouldn’t be obvious. I made a mental note to make an appointment to have the car detailed.
As we approached the store I looked through the window and everything just stopped, including my steps. All thoughts of juice and car cleaning appointments went right out the window.
There on the other side of the glass was a woman wiggling her sexy ass along to a beat as she wiped down the front of a display case. The rear view of her was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, so damn alluring my mouth started to water. I wondered if she was one of those girls who thought they were fat, and prayed that wasn’t the case because I fucking loved her curves on sight. As I continued watching her, I discounted the idea that she would be that type of woman, since she seemed quite comfortable in her body. I wanted her to wiggle that sexy as fuck ass in front of me for hours and what’s more, I wanted her to be doing it naked.
I had to force my eyes away from her rear before I started drooling all over the fucking sidewalk. I slowly lifted my eyes up her body, watching as her ponytail moved back and forth across her back while she cleaned. I had a tremendous urge to walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, set my chin on her shoulder and ask her how her day had been. It was insane, considering I didn’t know her and had never so much as seen her face. As I got closer to the door I studied her hands, smiling when I saw no rings. It was ridiculous the amount of anxiety I felt even thinking that this woman I hadn’t even met might be involved with someone else.
“Is we goin’ in or what?” Emmett asked as he tugged at my hand.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving the vision in front of me.
“Oh yeah, buddy. We’re definitely going in,” I said as I surreptitiously adjusted myself in my pants.
The low sex drive I’d been so sure about? It was instantly a thing of the past. I was as aroused as I’d ever been and the only thing I could think about was marking my territory in the most sexual of ways. A part of me realized that shit was getting real and that I was absolutely out of my depth, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was her.
Making her mine was all that mattered.
About the Author
Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Consequences of Deception, The Hart Family series & many other sexy and exciting books.
Ella is an avid reader, lover of music and all around goofball. She grew up loving to read. That's not surprising considering the fact that her mom is USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday!
www.authorellafox.com
Also by Ella Fox
Erotic Intentions Novellas (All available FREE in KU)
Sin’s Temptation
Sweet Like Candy
Amber’s Allure
The Hart Family Series
Broken Hart
Shattered Hart
Loving Hart
Unbroken Hart
Missing Hart
Finding Hart
The Renegade Saints (Rockstar Romance) Series
Picture Perfect
Twist of Fate
Between Us
Something to Believe In
The Enamorado (In Love) Series
I Don’t
I Want
Standalone Books
Consequences of Deception
All That’s Left to Hold Onto
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