She half-rolls her eyes, then tilts her head. "It does," she says simply. "So, take it or leave it."
I don't know who this girl is, but I know that I've never met anyone like her. Most women I sleep with offer so much, there's not an ounce of mystery left between us. But not this one. She offers me nothing, leaving me completely in the dark—baffled.
And so fucking captivated.
Answering without words, I reach under her arms, picking her up and sitting her full ass on the sink. She leans back and braces her palms on the sides as I reach down for my pants to take out my wallet. Reaching into the pocket, I feel only fabric. My heart starts to race as I reach into the other.
Nothing.
No, no, no. This isn't happening.I'm sure panic riddles my face as I shove my hand into every slit of my blue suit pants but still come up empty.
"What's wrong?" she asks, shifting one hand to stroke the inside of her thigh.
I swallow hard at her movement before dropping my pants and my head at the same time. "Fuck."As if this week could get any worse.
"What?" she repeats.
Heaving a deep sigh, I look up at her, almost wincing from how much I want this girl. "I left my wallet at the table with my phone."
She narrows her eyes before I continue.
"No condoms?" I say as if it's a question.Is she not putting two and two together? Because I'm freaking the hell out right now.
She bobs her head back and forth like she's considering her next thought. "Well, I take the pill religiously… and I can tell you right now thatI'mclean."
I stare at her blankly."I, I mean—we get tested all the time for this shit. I know I am too."
"Well..." Her teeth run across her bottom lip, and I can't help myself.
I snap to her and do the same with mine. Kissing her again, I sink my tongue into her mouth, and she rocks her bare pussy against the base of my aching cock. "What are you saying here, baby?" I ask helplessly.
"I'm saying I'm good with this if you are."
I instantly panic.
We don't fuck raw. It's a locker room rule. A team rule for Christ's sake. Even Gavin and Erik make weird old man jokes aboutno glove, no loveon a weekly basis.
But look at her.
Something in me knows this isn't some weird sort of setup. That shit happens to people all the time, and in my line of work you learn quickly that there can always be ulterior motives. Butthisdoesn't feel likethat.
This feels like a chance to have the girl I've been drawn to since the moment I saw her. The chance to be inside the girl I feel weirdly connected to. And I have no fight left in me. I want her. Now.
Knowing I'll regret not doing this more than taking the risk, I kiss her one more time with all I've got, then line my tip up with her entrance.
Without any more waiting, I shove deep inside her, and we both cry out as I take her… bare.
1
Brooke
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" I yell, striding back into the kitchen, dirty dishes in one hand and three dollars in the other. "If one more group of college kids leaves me half the tip they should, I'll lose my mind."
My coworker, Tessa, lets out a laugh as she refills a tray of empty cups. "Gotta love cheesesteak night. Now that school's back in session, there are even more people here for five dollar sandwiches, forgetting that we do the same amount of work to serve them their half-price meat."
I groan. "I know. God, I'm getting too old for this shit." Pointing to the broom leaning against the wall in the back of dry storage, I continue. "I can practically hear that thing calling me to go out there and shoo them all away."
Tess, who's just a few years younger than me, rolls her big blue eyes as she places four sodas on a tray. "Cranky old lady style, huh?” she asks. I nod, and she mirrors my gesture. "Nothing like a couple dozen college kids to remind you you're not as young as you once were."
