Connor reasoned and chuckled. "Did I solve the mystery?"
"I'm not sure," I muttered before I really absorbed everything and realized I'd really made myself look like a naive nineteen-year-old.
Oh goodness. I'm almost twenty and didn't know that?!
"You're learning, Brianne," Connor quietly praised. "I'm glad you were willing to ask. Now you know for future experiments."
His teasing made my cheeks grow hot as I muttered, "This conversation never happened."
"Yes, Red. It's all a figment of your imagination," he joked.
"I'm hanging up."
"I love you," he hummed. "Have fun."
"Love you, too," I huffed.
"You sound mad."
"I'm gonna kick Jax's ass," I concluded.
"Gonna put a finger up there?"
"Y-Y-You can't do that!" I reasoned, and that was merely the icing on the cake as he roared with laughter. I gave up on even trying to get a decipherable explanation of that as I hung up the phone and tossed it somewhere.
"I'm going to shower," I concluded, losing any bit of desire for sex as I passed Jax's laughing figure and entered the steam-covered glass box. I went right into washing myself, Jax's laughter lowering until it finally came to a stop.
I expected him to wait for me to be finished, but instead, the door opened, and he walked right in to join me.
"Go away."
"Are you mad?"
"I feel stupid."
"You shouldn't feel stupid, Brianne," he reasoned and slowly approached me. I paused in scrubbing my body, which was already covered in bubbles, while my eyes ignored his drenched body as the shower head seemed to be aimed at him directly.
What a coincidence.
He ignored the streaming droplets of water, his attention solely on me as we faced one another. My emotions were high, my disappointment and frustration completely obvious and hiding the thrumming force of want growing between us.
How could he be drenched, wearing his serious expression, and still look hot as hell?
"I'm sorry for laughing," he apologized which he really didn't have to. It wasn’t the first time my naïve nature tried to ruin the mood, but it bothered me because I did want to venture into these new things.
Slowly. Cautiously. Without feeling like a complete noob in a videogame.
He stepped closer until he was inches from me and his eyes searched mine.
"It's more than that, isn't it?" he whispered.
I gulped but slowly nodded, unable to ignore him when he used that deep, husky voice of his. My gaze lowered to the tile floor, watching the water and bubbles that dripped off my body go down the drain.
"It's more than just feeling stupid...I...I want to do these things," I quietly mumbled and wished the shower was loud enough to cover the vulnerability in my voice. "The idea of seeing you...and Connor and me...in a room without clothes...or in bed. It...excites me?"
The fact I was saying this out loud was making me cringe inside, enough for me to cover my face and sigh into my hands. "I want to be like those girls who know exactly what to do. Those girls at school or on the cheer squad who know all the positions and can please their man with ease. Whenever they talk about it, I try to find out and learn about what I need to do to please you and the others. To be able to meet my Notorious Four's needs, but then there's too much information and I get confused and embarrassed and I quickly clear my history in the browser before I get caught. I can't really ask Mia or Miya about that because it makes me look so stupid, like I didn't try finding it myself. I just feel dumb and I hate feeling that way because it's not like I didn't try to learn and now I'm just rambling rubbish."
I let out another sigh as my shoulders sank in defeat while my hands lowered to my sides.
"Sorry for ruining the mood."
"You really have to stop apologizing," Jax whispered, and his hand lifted my chin to look right into his loving eyes. "You really don't see how perfect you are, do you?"
"How can I be perfect when I didn't know what a threesome was?”
"You don't understand the Notorious Four’s definition of perfect, Brianne," he whispered and pulled me right against him. I shivered as I felt his length easily slip between my legs, while his hands rested on my hips and my breasts pressed against his hard-muscled chest.
I loved how our hair was completely down, drenched, and clinging to our flesh, but it was the way our gaze heightened to something more. A raw