“Pretty sure you owe me a spanking,” my mouth said without my permission, like it had totally forgotten that I just wanted to be fucked.
I mean, spank me big Daddy if you must—alittlebit, preferably while your cock is inside me and I’m all flooded with endorphins and oxytocin and shit so it doesn’t actually hurt—but that wasn’t what I washerefor.
Except for some fucking reason, I’d just told him I was.
His eyes popped back open and his face went through a weird series of expressions that there was no way in hell I could make sense of, what with as fast as they were there and then gone again, but then, just when it started to make me nervous, he smiled, making my heart do a stupid jittery thing.
It wasthatsmile.
From the pictures.
But for me.
“Come in, Jordan,” he said, letting me go and taking a step back as he sort of ushered me in through the door. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
“Um, yeah,” I said, my stomach getting all squirrelly at that for some reason.
He shut the door behind me and reached for me, but instead of spinning me around, pinning me to the door, and shoving his cock in my ass, the way a regular hookup would at this point, Andy rubbed his hands up and down my arms and frowned down at me.
“Where’s your coat?”
“Uh,” I said, my mind blanking. My coat? Probably back at the apartment. Wait, no. Hadn’t I spilled a protein shake on it last week? So it was probably at the bottom of my hamper. Which… gross. Yeah. That wasn’t good.
“Baby?” Andy said, still frowning. “I don’t like you out in this weather without a coat. It’s supposed to drop below freezing tonight.”
I swallowed. Someone really needed to give Andy a Hook Up 101 manual or something. He was supposed to be worried about how quickly he could get his dick inside me, not whether my balls froze off once he was done with me. Who even gave a shit about stuff like that? Boyfriends, I suppose, which we definitely were not, or parents, maybe. I mean, not mine or anything, but that’s what I’d heard.
Andy didn’t look like he was in any hurry to move things along until he got an answer, though, so I held my arms out and flexed my everything and gave him a wink, twisting to show off some of my best assets. “Dude, a coat? Get real. It wouldn’t match my outfit.”
There was definitely some serious heat in his eyes as they focused in on my… assets, but he kept right on frowning. “You look great, but if you really didn’t bring one, you’re not leaving without one of mine.”
“A coat?” That frown of his was throwing me off my game. Why did he give a shit? “Nah,” I said holding up a hand. “Then I’d just have come back again to return it.”
“I have no problem with that,” he said, finally smiling again. And… shit. Yeah. This hookup definitely had to be a one-and-done if he was going to pull that on me. I may have had issues of the academic variety, but I wasn’t dumb. I still planned on getting some cock tonight, but I could already tell that too much of him smiling at me like that could lead to something really stupid, like ending up wanting a Scott of my own or some shit. I’d stick to hot dudes who didn’t act so damn happy to see me after this, thank you very much.
“I’ll pass,” I said. “But thanks.”
His smile got bigger, and my stomach did a weird-ass fluttering thing.
“No,” I said even though he hadn’t said a word, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yes,” he said right back, not even raising his voice but somehow making me feel like it was decided now, he’d been the one to decide it, and I’d be leaving wearing a coat.
“But—” I started.
“You can put your shoes there,” he interrupted, nodding toward a shoe rack.
A shoe rack.
Dude had ashoe rack.
I toed mine off and lined them up on it, not quite sure what had just happened.
“Do you want something to drink, baby?” he asked before I could figure it out, putting a hand on my lower back and guiding me deeper into his house. “Or something to eat? I’ve got—mmph.”
I spun around and kissed him. Taking the lead wasn’t really my style, but all this other stuff was making me feel way too jittery, like he thought we were going to hang out, not just get each other off. It was… too much.
I crowded into him and wound my arms around his shoulders and figured I’d move things back toward more familiar ground by sucking his tongue into my mouth and reminding him why I’d come.
