Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Dane pulls his cock out of her mouth and leans down to give her a hard kiss. I stay planted within her, satisfied beyond measure, and yet wondering where in the fuck we go from here.
CHAPTER 15
Avril
I step out of the elevator and turn right, heading down to Andrew’s apartment at the end of the hall. While he was all in the moment with Dane and me last night, after it was all said and done, he jetted out of there quickly, citing he was tired and still a bit hungover from the Berkley trip.
Dane and I recognized it for what it was, and that being he was just as wigged out as I was when it first happened between Dane and me. I’ve texted him a few times today, and he’s answered all bright and cheery sounding—or as much as you can read emotion into texts. But he wasn’t actively engaging me, and that means he’s out of sorts. I know him well enough to know he needs some validation right now.
So, I’m spending my Saturday afternoon working to put Andrew’s head back on straight, and I can’t think of anything more important than that. I even called Dane and he offered to come over as well, but I think Andrew just needs to hear it from me. He and I are the ones who have a stronger emotional connection, so we can speak the same language once I get him to open up.
I knock solidly three times and wait for Andrew to open the door. He does so without hesitation and doesn’t look surprised to see me. But then again, he wouldn’t. He would know without a doubt I’d never let him stew about anything that could cause him distress, and I’d be the first there to help him get through it.
He stares at me with a blank face, and I use the opportunity to appreciate just how good-looking Andrew is. While Dane may have been the one who made all my girly parts sigh years ago with his perfect face and body, Andrew just has that all-American good guy kind of look. He’s the one you know you want to bring home to meet Mom and Dad because his looks are so wholesome.
“Gonna invite me in?” I ask with a smile.
His look back is sheepish, and he steps back from the door. “Yeah. Sure. Of course.”
I walk into his apartment, and it looks like it always has. Totally a bachelor pad with clothes on the floor, empty plates on the coffee table, and the TV turned on to ESPN. He has his backpack on the couch with his laptop opened and sitting beside it, so I know that meant he was working. We’re all always working whether we’re at the office or our homes.
“Want something to drink?” he asks as he pads over to the couch. He’s got on a pair of black track pants and a gray UC Berkley t-shirt, which fits his solid frame a little too well. It reminds me of the power of his body as it was behind me and in me last night, and I loved the feel of it.
Loved it even more that I had Dane at the same time, and I’m not sure what type of woman that makes me.
“I’m good,” I reply as I follow him to take a seat beside him on the couch. He reaches for his laptop as if he’s going to continue to work, but I put a stop to that right away.
I touch his arm lightly and say, “We need to talk.”
Andrew’s head turns slowly, his look wary. “What’s to talk about?”
Okay, so he wants to play dense. I don’t have time for that.
“We need to talk about the fact you fucked me doggie-style last night in a public place while I sucked Dane’s cock,” I tell him crudely, and Andrew actually winces.
With a sigh, I stand up from the couch and round the coffee table to stand before him. He watches me quietly and still on guard.
“The first time Dane and I were intimate,” I start off by saying so I can present him all the facts. “I was completely freaked out the next day. I’d thought I’d ruined a friendship and a business partnership. I couldn’t even look at Dane the next day, but he wouldn’t let me stay that way.”
“I’m looking at you right now,” Andrew says in a low voice.
“But you’re still confused about this,” I say with certainty. “I know because you’re so much like me, and I know how I felt.”
Andrew leans forward on the couch, elbows to his knees. His voice is dry and tinged with a bit of anger. “And just how did you get past it? What exactly did Dane do to ease your conscience?”