Every Part of You: Resists Me by Megan Hart Read Free Book Online

do laundry, to put the seat down on the toilet when he was done, to wipe the globs of toothpaste from the sink.
    “Someday,” she’d always told him, “you will live with someone else, and it’s important to know how to be a grown-up about it. To clean up after yourself, to be responsible. To be considerate of sharing your space.”
    To not be his dad, he’d thought at the time, though that hadn’t been what Molly said. Not out loud, but he’d heard it in her sigh and saw it in the way she rolled her eyes when his father got up from the table to disappear into the den without so much as taking his dish to the sink.
    Molly’d taught him how to be a man someone wouldn’t mind living with, but here he was at forty-two, still single. Never even had a roommate. Probably never would, Elliott thought as he scraped the pan to get the last crunchy bits of potato and egg onto his plate.
    When his phone rang, he paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. It wouldn’t be Simone, but there was no denying that his heart had skipped a beat or two, hoping. He thumbed the screen to answer it.
    Stupid, he told himself. She won’t call you. She doesn’t chase. She doesn’t have to.
    “Barry,” he said, recognizing the number. “Let me guess. You need a favor.”
    *   *   *
    “It’s not like I stubbed my toe and had an orgasm,” Simone said crankily as she stretched. “It’s a little more involved than that.”
    Teresa laughed. “If only, huh?”
    “It took me a long time to figure it out. I mean, it’s not like trying out different flavors of ice cream. Or shades of lipstick. Sex is … complicated.” Simone frowned as her friend bent her body in ways no human body ever should without breaking. “How the hell do you do that?”
    Teresa gave her a serene smile. She’d barely broken a sweat, while Simone was what her demure mother had always referred to as glistening. Screw that. Simone was sweating like a pig. She stretched again, but gave up and flopped onto the floor with a groan.
    “It’s like anything else. Practice.” Teresa laughed. “You’re flexible, Simone.”
    “If you mean that I can get my knees behind my ears,” Simone said wryly, “yeah.”
    Teresa settled onto the mat with her legs spread out in a wide V and put her elbows on the plush white carpet in front of her. Only a woman with no kids and no pets would have white carpet unless she was crazy, and Teresa had three kids under ten, two cats, a dog, and a husband who worked in construction and often had muddy boots. Which made her crazy.
    She’d also been Simone’s best friend since the sixth grade, when they both developed boobs and a crush on the same boy at the same time. He hadn’t paid attention to either one of them, but they’d bonded over that rejection. Besties ever since, and thank God for it, because without Tree, Simone would’ve jumped off a bridge a long time ago.
    “I think I only figured out what I really liked in bed when I started reading romance novels,” Teresa said.
    “No shit?”
    “Yep. I mean, me and Ed have been together since the eleventh grade, you know? I had no idea how my body worked. How could I expect him to figure it out?”
    Simone had known for a long time how her body worked, but she understood what her friend meant. “The first time I ever figured out that pain got me off was with Jeremy. Remember him?”
    “Jeremy? That nerdy gamer with the glasses?” Teresa stretched herself into another pose Simone wasn’t even going to try.
    “Yes. Him. Five-nine, a hundred and forty pounds, and a nine-inch cock.” Simone grinned. “I used to tease him that it was his secret weapon. His power-up.”
    Teresa shifted a little. “I’d never have guessed.”
    “Nobody did. And he knew how to use it, too.” Simone smiled fondly, remembering, then shivered a little bit. “It was when my hair was longer, and he used to wind his fingers in it while we were watching movies or whatever. Just sink his