That was the most intense orgasm of my life. Okay, they both were. Or all three? I lost count.
Of course, he’s good in bed. He looks like that, and he’s had a ton of practice.
He discards the condom, moving around comfortably in all his naked glory as he walks back from my bathroom. Yeah, he is stupid hot.
It’s really not fair. Carved abs, full-on six pack, chiseled pecs, sculpted ass, strong legs. No deformities. It’s unholy how hot this man is.
But now, I’m satisfied. So, I don’t have to go through an app-date for a week or two to get a quick dick fix. I’m no saint, I’ve never claimed to be.
And there’s no denying the electric charge in the air between me and this total asshole.
My lips still sting from the abuse from his mouth.
He’s the same as an app-date. He doesn’t give a shit about seeing me tomorrow, and I can go to sleep sated.
He takes a seat next to me on the window seat, not immediately bolting like I expected. I try not to stare at his dick. It had demonstrated that he, in fact, had at least one thing to be so cocky about.
I don’t need round two. I need sleep. “I’m fucking starving.”
I laugh at that and grab an oversized hoodie near the seat I’d discarded the other day. I pull it on over my head and walk over to the fridge.
“You’re going to feed me too? Careful, I might never leave.”
I tug open the door. “Relax, it’s just leftover pizza from last night.” I pull the pizza box out of the fridge and bring it back to the seat, opening it and taking a piece.
He also takes one, and I close the box. “Can you put some pants on please?”
He doesn’t give me shit, but his look is smoldering before he places the pizza on top of the box. He stands and walks to where his discarded pants lie. He slips his briefs and the jeans on but leaves his shirt off, sitting down next to me and reclaiming his piece of pizza. “I knew you weren’t a prude like Gabby.”
I nearly growl, holding my cold slice in my hand. “Gabby is not a prude.”
His toned shoulders lift in indifference as he takes a bite of the pizza. “She was a virgin when they met.”
I don’t even want to know how he knows that. Do they actually talk about taking a girl’s virginity?
“So.”
“So, fucking prude. Waiting for the right guy to come along before giving it up.”
Ah, there’s the repulsion again. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Oh yeah? Who was your first time?”
I nibble on the cold pizza in my hand and think back to high school, a time I particularly don’t want to think about. “Definitely wasn’t the right one.”
He takes a big bite, talking through it and still looking hot as hell. “Did you think he was? Or were you a filthy girl even back then?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. It was only a few minutes ago.” He stops chewing and eyes me in horror. I laugh, my body racked with laughter. “I’m fucking with you, dipshit.”
“Funny.” But he doesn’t laugh, just tears another bite off the pizza.
“It was with my friend’s older brother in the backseat of a car, and he came in around ten seconds.”
“Poor fucker.”
“Yes.” I look over at him with a tilt of the head. “He was.”
That pulls his lips into a delicious grin. “Nice.”
“What about you?”
His right eyebrow lifts, his jaw ticking with thought as he chews. “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit.”
He shrugs. “It’s different for guys.”
I walk to the kitchen, grab two bottles of water, and hand him one. “Still, I’m sure you remember.”
His face morphs from semi-playful to pissed-off, and he places the water next to him on the bench. “Why the fuck would I remember that? It was the first of many.”
What the hell?
I know a lot about Brandon, mostly through Gabby. Not that she betrays his confidence, but he knows we’re best friends and we talk, especially when she’s worried. I also know that when he was quite young, his father’s boss took advantage of him. She used his body and controlled his mind for years.
“Look, if it wasn’t consensual . . .”
“What?” His eyes lift to meet mine with angry irritation. “What the fuck are you talking about? I wasn’t raped.”
“Well then, why don’t you want to talk about it? You’ve been all in my business.”
“Because I don’t fucking know.” I stare at him, studying him. And it clicks.
“You don’t remember?”
The muscles in his back are pulled tight as he finishes off the slice of pizza, his hands flexing. “I don’t.” He looks around the small open apartment. “You have anything to drink besides water?”
“No,” I answer quickly as he shrugs. “So, the quick shooter wasn’t the one? Shocker.”
He’s changing the subject.
“And now, you keep it random? Any guy who can rattle you can fuck you?”
“Slut shaming?” I raise an eyebrow and take a drink of water, letting him change the subject. What the hell do I care if he remembers his first time or not?
“Fuck no. Give me all the sluts. I’ll take them any day over a virgin who wants to cuddle.”
“Gabby and Brandon are happy, and I’m glad. I want to see my friend happy. It worked out for them.”
He grabs another piece of pizza. “So that’s what you want, then?”
“Hell no.” He looks surprised. “I don’t need someone to take care of.” His mouth tugs upward with a smirk, and I quickly add, “Not that that’s what Gabby’s doing. But everyone in a relationship takes care of the other one.”
He finishes the slice. “No time for that?”
“No patience for it either.”
He smiles, walking over to grab his shirt, apparently picking up on the fact that I’m ready for him to leave. He’s quick.
“Get some sleep. Thanks for the sex and pizza.”
Or maybe, he’s just ready to leave.
“Later.”
He smiles and heads out my door, closing it behind him.
Not the worst mistake I’ve ever made, although I’m not sure my best friend would agree.
“You want something to drink?”
I look up from my psychology book. It’s a class Gabby and I were able to take together, and it satisfies a credit for both of our very different majors. Gabby wants to go into social work like her sister-in-law, Brooke, and I’m going to work in the book world someday, hopefully for a publisher.
“No thanks. I’m okay.”
She smiles and settles on her sofa, cracking open her book.
She wanted to study here, but I’d rather be anywhere else, considering Blake and Brandon are in the garage as we speak.
But I couldn’t tell Gabby that. She just moved in and wants to show off her new place. I get it.
It’s only been three days since my hookup with Blake, and the four times I’ve seen Gabby since then, I’ve neglected to tell her about it.
As close as Gabby and I are, and as many things as we have in common, we are two very different people.