“I like Mark.” I laugh. “Does he have a brother?”
“Girl, you already have a real boyfriend who’s hot and sweet. Leave the fictional ones for the rest of us.”
“He’s not my—”
Blair pinches my lips shut between her fingers. “Quit lying to yourself. You’re hanging out all the time, you’re having sex, he’s spending the night.You’re having a baby together.I bet he thinks of himself as your boyfriend.If you’re serious about not wanting a relationship, you can’t keep leading him on.”
I down my entire glass of cranberry juice, dreaming of a double vodka cran. She’s right, and I hate it. I can’t keep doing this.
Given how fatigued I felt the entire night, it’s rather rude of my body to be wide awake as I lie in bed next to Blair at quarter-to-four in the morning. When I get home, I’ll tell him this needs to stop. It’s already too convoluted and feelings are bound to get hurt if we continue. So we can’t. But, right now, I’ll ignore the tangled mess I’m in for the sake of hearing his voice.
“Hey, you.” His sleepy voice answers on the secondring.
I slip out of the bedroom, carefully shutting the door so I don’t wake Blair, and curl up on the couch. “Hey, I couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh yeah? I think we both know what you can do to fix that.”
“I’m sharing a bed with Blair. And, anyway, I didn’t pack a vibrator.”
I naively assumed I’d be okay to go a couple days without anything in or around my vagina, given the amount of sex I’ve had in the last few weeks.
“Where are you right now?”
“Her couch.” I pull the forest-green blanket up to my chin, peering at the dark street below.
“I’m guessing your fingers work fine since you called me. So why’d you call, Cass? Is it because you need me to help you fall asleep? You can’t come without hearing my voice now?”
“Fuck off, that’s not why I called you.”
Why did I call him?
“It’s okay to admit you’re ruined for anybody else, sweetheart.”
“You’re an ass.” I roll my eyes. The nerve of this guy to suggest he’s so incredible in bed I’d never want to be with anybody else. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great. Best I’ve ever experienced, truthfully. But the last thing he needs right now is an ego stroking. “I’m notruined, and definitely not by you, of all men.”
“As much as I love how sexy you sound when you’re cussing me out, I need to get ready for work. Unless… there’s something you need.”
“Well…”
“That’s what I thought.” His tone is arrogant, and I’m torn between being incredibly aroused and wanting to hang up. “All right, I’ll help you.”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whisper.
“Fuck, Cass. You’re incredible. Okay, uh… I want you to softly touch the skin right at the crease of your thigh, where your panties would sit. That’s my favourite spot to kiss. I’d kill to be doing that right now.”
I look around the room, confirming what I already know—I’m alone—then slide my free hand under the waistband of my pajama pants.A warmth washes over me from hearing him talk about his lips on my skin.
“Okay.” I swallow hard, waiting with bated breath for his next instruction.
“Touch your clit. Just barely. One finger, baby. Tell me how sensitive it is.” He sounds needy, and I can picture his cock strained against his boxers. I follow his direction, grazing my clit with my finger and letting out a soft whimper.
“Really fucking sensitive. How hard are you?”
“Mmm, rock fucking hard. I wish it was the tip of my cock teasing you instead of your finger. You’d be begging for me to fill you with it.” I hear him shifting things around, most likely pulling out his cock and giving it a slow tug. My thighs clench together at the thought. “Tell me how good it feels to play with your clit, Cass.”
“Pretty good.”
“Pretty good? That’s not enough, sweetheart. You deserve amazing. If I was there, I’d push your thighs apart, licking my way up each one. I’d check to see you’re nice and wet for me. Knowing you, you’d be dripping after a few light flicks of my tongue.”
