“Whassup?” Coop asks, sending toothpaste flying.
“Dude.” Parker leaps back, barely clearing the line of fire. “Go spit that shit out before you get it all over me. I’m not rolling up to study hall drenched in your saliva.”
“Your loss.” Coop blows him a kiss and backs down the hall. “Eau de DeLaurentis is a hot commodity.”
Parker shakes his head. “It’s a good thing he’s pretty.”
“I heard that!”
I scrub a hand over my face, second guessing all my life choices.
“So what’s the question?” Parker returns my laptop, which is now streaming a dude railing his partner, to the desktop.
I slam the lid closed, silencing the endlessslap-slap-slapof flesh.
“Have you ever dated a woman who had more experience than you?”
“You’ll have to be more specific.” He grins. “What kind of experience are we talking about? Agriculture? Video games? Football?”
He’s messing with me. He knows exactly what I’m asking.
“Forget it.” I point to the door. “I’ll figure it out on my own.”
Coop strides in like he owns the place and flops down on the bed. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing. In fact, we should probably get going.” I stand and grab my bag. “We don’t want to be late for study hall.”
“Our little boy is growing up,” Parker says, jerking his chin toward me.
“Screw you.”
“Woah.” Reid appears at the door and does a quick scan of the room. “Family meeting?”
“Yes,” Coop and Parker say in unison, drowning out my emphatic, “No.”
“Two to one.” Reid rests his forearm against the doorjamb. “You’ve been outvoted.”
“Come on.” Parker makes anout with itgesture. “Just tell them.”
I drop my bag on the desk and cross my arms, not caring if it makes me look like a defensive asshole. “I was just wondering if any of you have ever been with a more experienced woman and how you handled it.”
“Are you serious?” Coop smirks. “That’s the dream. A sexually adventurous woman is a golden ticket.”
I glare at him and he throws up his hands in self-defense. “You know what I mean.”
I really don’t, but I keep that to myself.
Parker rubs the back of his neck. “I have some experience in this area and the best advice I can offer is this: forget about the golden ticket and follow the golden rule.”
“Which is?”
“Whatever the fuck you do, make sure she comes first. Every. Single. Time. That’s the most important thing.”
Okay. That feels like solid advice, though I’m so tangled up in my head, I doubt I could get it up right now, even if I wanted to.
“What he said,” Coop chimes in. “When it comes to sex, women are no more complicated than men. They want to have a good time and get off.”
“This from the guy who has the emotional maturity of a spork.” Reid snickers. “Open communication is key. We don’t need another stalker situation in this house.”
