We were both panting as we slowly came down, and the fog of need we’d been clouded in began to lift. When our eyes met, we saidnothing. We just stared at each other, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing:What the fuck just happened?
Despite wanting to collapse onto the bed and catch my breath for a minute, I pulled out of her and stood. I grabbed a few tissues from the box on the nightstand, wadding the discarded condom into them before dropping it into the small trash bin next to the bed and cleaning myself up.
“You can’t leave that there. No one has even used this room yet.”
I smirked. “Wejust did.” She huffed as she sat up and quickly grabbed her discarded clothes, throwing them on faster than I realized was possible for someone to get dressed. “Where’s the fire?” I quipped as I grabbed my boxers.
“Shut up.”
“I just did you ahellof a favor for you to be telling me to shut up,” I teased.
Morgan tugged her shirt down over her head and ran her fingers through her hair as she turned toward the bed again with a huff. “Afavoris pushing it.” She quickly made the bed, clearly agonizing over the details and trying to make it lookexactlyas it had before. Once satisfied, she bent down, and with a grimace, she pinched the wad of tissues from the trash between her thumb and forefinger and walked to the door. “And I still hate you.” She opened the door, carefully peering out to make sure the coast was clear before stepping out and shutting it behind her. I heard the bathroom door next door shut a moment later.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I called out.
I reached for my shirt on the floor as my mind started to clear some more, but I didn’t even have time to process what just happened because I heard yelling coming from outside. I slipped my shoes back on and threw on my shirt, not even bothering to fix it entirely into place, before I rushed out of the room.
I flew out onto the porch, probably looking slightly disheveled. “Was someone yelling?” My eyes fell on Lucas, noting his disquieted expression and Blake’s hand gripping his arm as if trying to keep him in place. “What the hell happened?”
Lucas yanked his arm free from Blake’s grasp and rubbed a hand over his eyes as he let out a frustrated breath. A moment later, Morgan casually appeared behind me, looking a hell of a lot more put together than I did. “What’s going on?”
“Uh…” Gabe rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at her. “There was a little confrontation. Callie left. She said she’d call you tomorrow.”
I looked at Lucas again. To say the man looked stressed was an understatement.
And with everyone preoccupied with whatever the hell had gone down out here, they were none the wiser to what just happened between me and Morgan inside.
Chapter 9
I walked backinto my apartment Saturday morning, throwing my keys onto the counter after amuchtoo-early chat over coffee with Callie. I never woke up early on Saturdays.Ever. But I couldn’t sleep last night to save my goddamn life. Why?
Because I had sex with Wesley Callahan.
Who the hell am I?
If someone had told mehewould be the person to end my drought, I would have laughed in their face, then punched them in it. I couldn’t have predicted what happened last night in a million years.
I didn’t even know how to explain it, and that’s where my lack of sleep came in. I got home last night, jumped in the shower faster than ever before, and then spent all night trying and failing miserably to make sense of it. IhatedWesley. He hated me. So how we ended up griping at each other one minute and naked in Gabe’s spare room the next was beyond me. I couldn’t even recall who made the initial move thatstarted the whole thing. There we were, standing in the kitchen and bickering like usual, and a second later, we were making out.
After tossing and turning most of the night, I finally forced myself out of bed and headed to Callie’s a little after eight that morning. She’d always been a fairly early riser, and after what happened last night with her and Lucas—something I still hadn’t gotten the full scoop on—I was pretty sure she hadn’t slept that great either and was probably wide awake.
I’d been right; she was sitting on her porch swing under a blanket when I pulled into her driveway. I joined her with a cup of coffee and listened while she told me about her fight with Lucas on the beach at Gabe’s. I didn’t tell her what happened between Wesley and me. When she asked me why I was up so early, I simply said it was because I was thinking too much. It wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t elaborate on what I was thinking about. I didn’t see a point in telling her. It was a one-time thing that wasnevergoing to happen again.
I just needed my mind to stop trying to figure it out.
I leaned against my kitchen counter after making a fresh pot of coffee, burying my face in my hands while I waited for it to finish brewing. Had I really beenthatdesperate for physical intimacy? Was my body so starved for attention from a guy that I didn’t just lower my inhibitionsandstandards but obliterated them entirely and had sex withWesley Callahan?
“You’re so stupid. So incredibly stupid,” I muttered to myself.
I could already hear him throwing what happened back in my face during one of our future bickering matches. He was the type that would bring it up any chance he got just to use it against me. I could always rebuff and say it wasn’t even a memorable encounter, but that wouldn’t matter; the fact thathe’d been able to wring an orgasm out of me would be all the ammunition he needed.
But it really wasn’t all that memorable. And I wasn’t just saying that because it washim. Sure, it felt good, but most sex did. It wasn’t mindblowing, though. In the end, it was your basic quickie that served its purpose. Did I think he held back? Probably. I did. I had no intention of giving him more than the bare minimum, and I was pretty sure he had the same sentiments. It’s not like we were trying to impress one another.
Regardless of how it was, I didn’t know how I was going to face him tonight—it was Saturday, which meant a night out at The Sandbar. Callie wasn’t going after what happened with Lucas, which I’d expected. I was half-tempted to not go, but Gabe was excited about Blake going out with us since it was his last night in town. That, and I couldn’t avoid Wesley. Doing so would only turn this whole thing into something it wasn’t.
It was a mistake. Aone-timemistake that I could pretendneverhappened.
I arrived at The Sandbar at my usual time and walked inside. Gabe threw his hand up in a wave with a grin when he saw me, and the gesture caused Lucas, Blake, and Wesley to glance in my direction.
