CHAPTER 17

NICK

Jesus Christ, is there anything worse than hearing, “We need to talk” when a woman has your throbbing dick in her hand? If there is, it’s nothing I’ve experienced.

“Fuck now. Talk later,” I said, I know it wasn’t very romantic but I was worked up and I wanted to take this pocket rocket over the edge not have it fizzle out, leaving me trigger happy until god knows when I’d fuck again. I hadn’t had sex, hadn’t felt that full body connection, in months. I couldn’t even remember the last woman I’d been in bed with. It was that forgettable. But I knew with Sophie that wouldn’t be the case. She made me feel alive, not just horny. Big difference.

“It’s about that,” she said, sounding apologetic which made me want to scream.

“Did you not ask about condoms?”

She nodded.

“I was under the impression that condoms were consent for fuck—for intercourse, making love, whatever you want to call it.” I was trying to sound calmer than I felt.

She nodded again.

“Then please, for the love of all things holy, what do we need to talk about at this very moment when my hard-on is raging to be inside you?”

“Are you Catholic?” she asked.

“Am I what now?”

“Catholic?”

I could feel the blood leaving my erection. My woody was now just a semi. She looked up at me with apologetic eyes as it disappeared in her hand.

“I’m an atheist. Why? Why...