Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I can feel my lips pulling up at the corners just thinking about it.
I appreciated his effort, though. His lighthearted attitude was exactly what I needed after making the reckless decision to jerk off with my best friend. A best friend I don’t ever want to lose. I don’t know what I’d do without him, and he obviously feels the same. “Hope I didn’t ruin anything.”
Being that exposed in front of Dex—in more ways than one—was a big deal, and he knows it. Whereas Dex is totally nonchalant about sex and has been for years. I’ve often wondered why he’s never wanted more with anyone he’s hooked up with, and now I’m wondering if he just won’t allow himself. Which is likely why seeing him come undone felt way more intimate to me than it did to him.
I shift uncomfortably, and Kael must hear me from his bed.
“Sooo…how did it go? I only saw you the one time. You must’ve left early.”
“Yeah, we took off after…I mean…”
“After what? Did something happen?” He sits up in bed and studies me.
I screw my eyes shut. “No, I just…got overwhelmed. Too hot and sweaty.”
Understatement.
“Yeah, I hear you, especially on the dance floor.” Kael rolls out of bed and heads to his chest of drawers for undergarments. “Wanna grab some breakfast?”
“Sure. Maybe the bagel shop?”
“Perfect.”
After we shower and dress, we head out. I don’t feel very talkative, and thankfully, Kael carries the conversation for the both of us. I keep wondering how I’ll respond when I next see Dex. But food and coffee will help clear my thoughts.
“So the red stickers were sweet.”
I wince, thinking back on the beginning of the night.
“Uh-oh, there’s a story there.”
I nod. “We started out differently, and that’s where the overwhelming part came in. I felt like men just kept looking at my green sticker and passing me by, and I just…”
“It feels awful.” He frowns. “I get it. It was the same for me the past couple of years. Like I was boiled down to my genitals.”
“God, I’m sorry.” I feel terrible complaining now.
“No, it’s okay. I found Angelica, and everything changed for me. It gave me the confidence I needed to live authentically.”
“I’m happy for you.”
“The same kind of confidence Dex seems to give you.”
I smile absently. “Yeah, he does.”
“So, can we call it a successful second date?”
I try to keep my expression neutral, but I can feel my face heating. “Definitely.”
We head back to the room, where I sort laundry and do some homework. I consider texting Dex, but I hold back, maybe to prove to him that I’m not ruminating about what happened.
I’m lying down with my book app open when Kael says his goodbyes. He’s off to pick up Angelica and drive home with her for her brother’s birthday. “Have fun.”
When I read the same sentence over and over again, I know something’s up. Normally my books are able to suck me into their world and take my mind off things, but not this time. I shift to my back and admit that I’m horny. My hand travels beneath my waistband to grip my cock.
I pretend that last night played out differently while wearing the green sticker. I create my perfect version of a tall guy with stacked biceps and buzzed hair. Maybe a football lineman or a wrestler.
After trying aimlessly for too long, my vision falls apart, and my cock feels oversensitive. I lean over to rummage around in my drawer and pull out some lube. Then, I lie back to envision the scenario again.
The guy morphs into Dex, and I let it take shape in my mind. Dex grinding against me on the dance floor. Him telling me to turn around in the stall. His hand around my shaft, mine around his, his low groans vibrating against my neck. Christ, so good. I liked turning Dex on. Liked having the power to make him lose his mind. In my fantasy, I pretend it doesn’t come easy for him, that he has trouble seeking pleasure with someone other than me so easily. My hand flies, and I moan shamelessly.
One more minute, and I lose control, spilling over my hand and onto my abdomen. The guilt of daydreaming about my best friend consumes me, so I quickly clean up the evidence as if someone will see it.
But the orgasm helps take the edge off, and I’m able to get lost in the romance I’m reading.
When my phone buzzes with a text, I ignore the message until I’m finished with the chapter. Afterward, I lift my cell and read Dex’s message.
Hey, all okay?
God, why does Dex have to be so sweet?
Sure, why wouldn’t it be?
Um, because of what happened between us. I know you, and you’re overthinking it.
Well, I know you, and you’re not.
Touché.
My phone ringing in my hand startles me, but I hit Answer, seeing it’s Dex.