And then the hand Con had wrapped around my dick moved lower and he speared his fingers back inside me, taking me from the inside and the outside at the same time.
“Constantine!” I screamed, and I exploded inside his very willing mouth.
We both collapsed where we were, graceless and cum-drunk. Con’s head rested on my right thigh and he panted against my skin. I slung one forearm over my eyes, which were honest to Godwet, like I’d actually shed a tear without knowing it because the sex was just that good. With my other hand, I absently stroked Con’s wavy hair and let my mind drift.
That hadn’t just beengood, it had been phenomenal. Beyond anything I’d experienced or expected or even, honestly, thought sexcouldbe, maybe because it was messy and honest andhuman, like Lauren had said.
And okay, I wassonot thinking about my sister right now.
Constantine yawned, and I tugged on a lock of his hair. “Come up here,” I said.
He shook his head. “I have to get cleaned up in a minute, or else I’ll fall asleep.” He grinned ruefully. “Falling asleep at the drop of a hat is one of my talents these days.”
I combed my fingers through his hair again, and he arched into the touch like a cat.
“One ofmanytalents,” I teased. “Some I never would have guessed at.”
His smile widened and dimmed at the same time, and it was almost like watching him pull on a mask. “Oh, well,yeah. Obviously. Sex is definitely my primary talent. And I practice at it.” He moved his head off my thigh and sat up, leaving me chilly. “Bathroom out there?”
Without waiting for a response, he walked out of the room, and a second later, I heard the door close in the little bathroom next to my room.
I frowned.What the fuck?I pushed myself up in the bed and scrubbed a hand over my face. What had just happened? What was I missing?
The toilet flushed and Con reappeared. He stood in the doorway for a half-second and looked at me uncertainly, all his earlier confidence gone, then he gave me that same fake smile and reached for his underwear.
“This was great.” He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “I mean,duh. Obviously. But I can’t thank you enough for the…you know.” He motioned toward the kitchen, the back door, the world beyond. “And this.” He nodded at the bed.
“The best night I’ve ever spent at The Hive?” I suggested. “The most mind-blowing sex of my entire life?”
His eyes met mine and he frowned, like he wasn’t sure if I was being serious. And suddenly I got it. Ireallygot it on a gut-deep level, for the first time ever, even though he’d practicallytold mein so many words months ago.
Constantine Ross thought sex was pretty much the only thing he was good for.
In my defense, the entire concept of that was so foreign to me, it’s no wonder I hadn’t been able to grasp it. Even back before Ilikedhim, I’d seen that he was intelligent and witty and sly, and I’d known he wasfunny, even when I’d wished that humor wasn’t directed at me. But someone had done a number on Constantine, and now he couldn’t see any of it clearly.
My heart twisted, and for one second I flailed, too. Just how fucking deep did I want to get here? Just how much was I willing to risk on Constantine?
Stupid question.
“Come back to bed,” I said as he shook out his jeans.
He glanced up at me in surprise. “You ready for round two already, stud?” He looked at my cock, which was still lying happily sated against my leg, and then back at my face.
I laughed. “You remember I’m forty, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“So talk to me about round two in a couple of hours. Maybe in the morning. Come back to bed,” I repeated.
“I… did you want me to stay the night?”
“Yes, unless you’d rather not. Did you think this was a one-time thing?”
He blinked, which was like a giant neon sign flashingyes. “I wasn’t sure.”
“I’d really like you to stay. Or, if not, I’ll drive you back to your car, and Iwillcheck my phone and schedule a time for us to do this again later. Assuming you want to.”
He cleared his throat again. “Sure. Yeah. I’m down to stay over.” He frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
