White hot shame hits me. I can tell myself all day long that it’s normal, that I'm allowed to be sexually adventurous with whomever I choose, but it’s not normal for me. I’ve never done anything like it, and I’m struggling to process how I should feel now.
I’ve always been a relationship kinda girl. I had the same boyfriend through high school and most of college. Then a few short-term boyfriends, whatever the mess was with TJ, and a year-long relationship with Scott. Call me old-fashioned, but I like being committed to one person.
I stay under the warm water longer than necessary, hoping that by the time I get out mystery man will be gone.
Then hopefully I can forget this whole thing ever happened.
CHAPTER TWO
ASA
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed isn’t exactly a new thing for me. However, waking up satisfied and in no rush to sneak out is.
Last night was ... interesting. Working the door of a strip club, I’ve seen my fair share of beautiful women, but I noticed Lucy as soon as she stepped out of the cab behind Rina. Long dark shiny hair, stunning face, and legs that looked like they went on for days, even without the four-inch heels on her feet.
After my shift at Fuzzy’s, I stopped by their table to introduce myself. She made no effort to hide that she was just as attracted to me as I was to her. The best part—a bottle of tequila later and she was purring in my ear for me to take her home. My ass barely hit the seat of the cab before she was kissing me. I’m used to being the one to take the lead. I usually set the pace. I’m a man who likes control in the bedroom, but something about her forwardness was a huge turn-on for me.
We barely cleared the front door before I was on my knees in front of her as she stripped her jeans and panties off. What happened after that was easily some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
I hear the shower shut off and know that’s my cue to leave. As amazing as last night was, there is no way I’m going to send her mixed signals. If I stay here in this bed, she’s going to expect a repeat of last night, probably more, and that isn’t something I can do right now. Maybe not ever.
No, Lucy deserves more than a prick like me leading her on. No matter how much my dick craves a repeat of last night. My life is borderline chaotic right now.
I have my jeans on and I’m searching for my shirt when the bathroom door opens. Lucy stands there in a tiny silk robe, and her bare legs shift slightly causing my eyes to drop in that direction. Visions of her wrapped around me fill my mind. Why am I leaving again?
Dragging my eyes up to look at her, I see her gaze is trained on my abs, or is it something slightly further south? My dick twitches at the thought, and she must notice because her eyes fly to mine. The blush that coats her cheeks is fucking adorable. Yep, she definitely had her eyes on my dick. And now I have to fight getting hard again.
“Hi,” she says. Her voice is soft, the edge of vulnerability catching me off guard. This isn’t the same woman who practically mauled me on the way here last night. “Lucas, right?”
She doesn’t remember my name? Well, that’s a first. And not a first I'm happy about for some reason. Usually it’s me who can’t remember who is under me. Does that make me a dick? My little sisters would say it definitely does.
“Morning, sweet cheeks,” I say, ignoring her question and giving her a cocky grin. That seems to throw her for a minute as she stands there gaping at me. I get the feeling she’s not used to this morning after stuff.
Something about that makes me want to walk right up to her and kiss the shit out of her, exactly how she did to me last night. That’s another feeling that’s foreign. Most of my hook-ups are one-and-done type things. Kissing isn’t high on the list of things that turn me on with a stranger. Either on the mouth, or anywhere else for that matter. I might not have many limits when it comes to sex, but that’s one of them. Until last night with Lucy it seems. There was plenty of kissing involved, and definitely not just on the mouth. My dick twitches yet again as I remember the taste of her on my tongue.
“Coffee?” she asks, breaking me out of the memories. She shifts on her feet, playing with the hem of her robe. She looks conflicted, like she’s not sure if she wants me to actually say yes to coffee or if she’d rather I leave.
I should make my excuses and leave. Nothing good will come from me staying here.
She’s too sweet, too nice for me. She screams commitment.
I open my mouth to tell her I have some place to be, but that’s not what comes out.
“Let me take you to breakfast,” is what I actually say. And I'm not entirely sure who is more shocked by it.
CHAPTER THREE
LUCY
“And that’s how it’s done, sweet cheeks,” he boasts, shoving the stuffed unicorn toy into my already full hands. This is the third prize he’s won in the hour we’ve been here.
“You’re going to get us thrown out of here if you don’t lose at least one game soon.” I giggle like a giddy schoolgirl.
Today has been ... unexpected. I’m not sure how it’s happened, but we’ve had fun. After we climbed into his car, we drove to a little diner he told me had the best breakfast ever. He assured me they were worth of the forty-minute driver over to a neighboring town.
He didn't lie. With my hangover finally abating, I was starving and my breakfast had indeed been delicious. The best part? I found myself sitting across from the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on, and he didn’t even seem to give a shit that I practically inhaled a plateful of pancakes and bacon.
Conversation was light, but that wasn’t surprising considering the rate at which I was shovelling food into my mouth. After I demolished every scrap of food, we walked back toward the car. On the way I spotted the fun fair and was surprised at his suggestion to take a look around. I was sure as soon as he woke up this morning he would have wanted to leave. He’s not what I was expecting at all.
“You ready for dessert?” he asks, stopping in front of a truck selling delicious looking waffles with various fillings. The sweet, sugary smell makes my mouth water.
“Does Dolly Parton sleep on her back?” I retort, staring at the chalk menu board trying to decide between cinnamon sugar and Nutella overload. My attention is pulled away when he lets out a loud bark of laughter. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the sight of him. I’ve seen him smile a few times today, mostly just the occasional smirk. But right now, with his straight white teeth on show, and his eyes crinkled at the sides by his mirth, he’s absolutely gorgeous. My stomach dips as I look at him. When was the last time I was this giddy over a guy?
“You’re funny.” He chuckles lightly, his shoulders rocking gently with it.
“You should smile more often,” I blurt out like an idiot, and a warmth of blush hits my cheeks.
“Yeah? Why's that?” he asks, like he has no idea how hot he is. His eyes bore into mine, even lit with humor, and there’s an intensity I’m not used to feeling.
“Just shut up and buy me some food.” I roll my eyes, giving him a soft shove. I need to diffuse the sudden pall of tension that seems to have fallen over us.
“Breakfast and a fairground snack,” he states on a head shake. “Not sure I’ve had a date as cheap as this since high school.”