Mal sat back and smiled at me.
“Well. That’s one thing off your list. Let me know when you’re ready for round three.”
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Mal did liveup to her promises. I ended up coming five times, and at that point I begged her to stop because I didn’t think my body could do any more without actual injury and I was not explaining this night to a medical professional.
Slowly and with limbs that were more liquid than solid, I put on my clothes, including the silly vibrator T-shirt. Who knew what would happen to me the night I wore it? Maybe it was a good luck charm.
Mal put her pajamas on and I helped her strip the bed, since I’d also helped her mess it up.
Even though it was nearly morning, it was time for me to go. Falling asleep in her bed next to her wasn’t what this was.
“Well,” I told her once she’d bundled her sheets into the washing machine in the closet next to the kitchen.
“I should go home. A whole fifty feet.” It was probably less than that. I wasn’t good at measurements.
“Yeah, it’s late. Uh, really late. Or early?” We were both exhausted. I wasn’t sure about her, but I ached in places I didn’t even know I had muscles. I was going to need a couch day to recover for sure. And to tell Tally all about it. She was going to want every single detail. Maybe I’d indulge her.
“Whatever it is,” she said, leaning against her kitchen counter. Her T-shirt and shorts were so thin that they left nothing to the imagination and for a moment, I thought about what would happen if I reached out and snagged the hem of her shirt and pulled her back toward the bedroom. What would she say if I asked to stay? Or even invited her over to my place, with my fresh sheets to sleep on? No, that was silly. Definitely not the vibe of what we’d done tonight.
This night was about two sexually compatible people getting off together. Having a good time for a few hours and releasing some endorphins. Nothing more than that.
We weren’t dating, we weren’t falling in love, we weren’t committed.
Good sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex.
“I guess I’ll see you in the elevator?” How the hell did you end these kinds of things? A handshake? A high five? A thank you?
Mal didn’t move from where she’d parked herself by the counter, as if she was using it to hold herself up.
Exhausted. She was tired, and I was keeping her from sleep. Should I have offered to help make the bed? No, that was way too domestic.
“See you in the elevator,” she said, nodding. “It was lovely to meet you officially, Gray.”
“Yeah, great to really meet you too.” That was a wild definition of “meet.”
Giving her a little wave, I opened the door and quickly walked down the hall to my place, fumbling a little with the keypad. As if someone was going to jump out from behind a corner and point at me and scream “walk of shame!”
Normally I kept a very polite distance between myself and my neighbors, but tonight I’d made one exception.
One absolutely stunning exception.
“Holy shit, tell me everything,”Tally said when I video called her after I’d taken a nice long crash nap on my couch. Hadn’t even made it to the bed. I needed another shower, but I couldn’t stop smelling my clothes. They smelled like Mal’s place and I liked it. I should have put something more comfortable on, but I didn’t want to yet.
“Well. It was good. It was really good.”
Tally squealed. “Now that we got that out of the way, I need details. You owe me details, Gray Victoria Harris.”
“Hey, why are you middle-naming me?” I yawned and shifted so my hand was propped up on the arm of the couch.
“Because this is serious. I need to know how it went. Was she good to you? I need to know if I have to come over there and kick some ass.”
Oh, Tally. Always ready to throw hands, but I’d never actually seen her fight anyone. I had no doubt she could, if she wanted to though.
“You don’t have to fight anyone.” I gave her the R-rated version and she was a good listener.
“Well, well, well, looks like somebody had a great hookup. Say ‘thank you, Tally for bringing me to kink dinner.’” Christ, she was going to be smug as hell about this for the rest of our lives.
