“No, Bree. Take it like a champ.”
* * *
Jason
I wait for Bree as she takes a quick shower and changes into something less fuckable. I fall back on her bed but can’t ignore that I’m wrapped up in her scent. I scrub my hands over my face. I still smell like her, too. I’m convinced her pussy is my kryptonite. I weaken every time I stick my dick in her, yet I keep wanting to every single time. Maybe it is more accurate to move her to the drug category.
I’ve accepted that I can’t fight whatever it is between us. I’m opting to try to make the best of the time we have together. I don’t know what the fuck I consider last night. If I consider it a date, it was a disaster. If I consider it hanging out, it was slightly less of a disaster. Our vibe was off, and then that bitch came out of nowhere with her bullshit.
I did learn one thing. It didn’t feel good watching Bree walk away from me. Other women have walked away without me giving not one ounce of a fuck, but something tightened in my chest when Bree did it. Not only did I feel some sort of way about it, but I also couldn’t let it fly. I stalked out of the restaurant intent on getting to her. If I would’ve found the lot empty, I’m one-hundred percent certain I would have been on her doorstep.
My emotions were jumbled. I wanted to yell at her for walking out on me, and I wanted to beg her not to go. I did the only thing I could. I put my feelings into a kiss. I don’t know if she got the message, but she understood that she’d better be here when I came over today.
I want to shake all the dye off that bottle redhead for making Bree doubt herself. I do appreciate the dress I just fucked off her, though. I chastise my dick for wanting more and decide to snoop. She has nothing special until I get to the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
“Ahhh,” I murmur my satisfaction of finding the jackpot. I hear the door open, but I don’t turn around as I do inventory. “You’ve been holding out on me Bree.”
I look to find she doesn’t wear the embarrassment on her face as most women would if a man found their sex toy stash.
“My drawer of failed attempts,” she calls it. “All the orgasm promising devices that got me nowhere.”
“User error?” I joke. “I bet I can get you off with a few of these.”
Bree simply shrugs and pulls a shirt over her bra clad breasts. My skin heats as I remember my promise.
“You’ve taught me I know nothing about my body.”
My body is ready to take her on again, but we need to do something other than fuck if I want anything to come of this.
Do I want anything out of this?
I know for sure I don’t want her fucking anyone else.
“There’s still so much more to teach you,” I say to get out of my head. I pull her into my arms. “Starting with how to make yourself cum.” Bree hums low in her throat. “It’s a useful skill. I want you to learn it.” I kiss her makeup-free, yet moisturized forehead. “Now, let’s go eat an actual meal this time.”
“Jason, I saw the email.”
“What email?”
“The one that told me you sent me money.”
“And?”
“You didn’t have to pay for dinner.”
I look her in the eyes to debunk another assumption she made.
“Yes, I did. I invited you; I pay.”
“But, Jason—” Her cute eyebrows are scrunching and marring her beautiful forehead.
“I’m not changing my mind, Bree. Life will be easier if you drop it.”
We have a brief stare-down; her brown eyes bore into mine. I have more experience and win because she falters.
“Fine,” she concedes as she storms out of the room.
I smack her ass on the way out just because I want to see it jiggle in those yoga pants.
