“Yeah, but you made me do it,” I point out to him, “so, technically, it’s half your fault.”
“I’ll sleep in the wet spot,” he offers, turns, taking me in his arms, “or we can sleep in it together.”
“Or, we can sleep on one side until the spot dries.”
“See?” he says, kissing my nose. “You are just a solver of problems.” He squeezes me tighter. “I’m going to go and get cleaned up,” he announces, slipping away from me. “Don’t move.”
“I want to get cleaned up also,” I tell him, getting up and following him into the bathroom. “You smeared your cum all over me.”
“Well, I had to make sure I marked you.” He winks over his shoulder. “It’s a man thing.”
I stop at the sink beside him as he turns on the water. “I’ve never been marked before.” He stares at me through the reflection of the glass. “I’ve also never had sex like that before.” I avoid looking at him and instead look at the stream of water that is pouring out of the faucet. “It was?—”
“Did you not like it?” he asks me and I can feel him staring at me.
“Did you not see the mess I made in your bed?” I joke with him and point over my shoulder with my thumb. “It was the most…”
“Lexi,” he calls my name and I know he wants me to look at him, “I’ve never had sex like that either. And not to be an asshole, but I’ve had a lot of sex.” I roll my eyes. “But that—” He points to the room. “That was like next level. I thought I died. Like my legs nearly buckled.” I can’t help but laugh. He shakes his head, reaching for a face cloth. “Then I almost forgot about making you come and just came by myself.” That makes me laugh. “And for the record, I am not a fan of you talking about you with whatever his name is.” I have to roll my lips because he knows exactly what his name is. “Or me with other women.”
“Same,” I say, “like, out of sight, out of mind.”
“Yes. So can that be the last time I have to listen to you talk about what’s his name and sex?”
“Just so you know, he never got me that turned on.” I wrap my arms around his waist. “Sometimes I didn’t even finish.” The smile on his face goes big. “I definitely never had a wet spot.” I kiss his chest and he picks me up, putting me on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you’re still wet.” That’s the last thing he says before he slides his cock into me, fucking me on the counter in the bathroom.
My eyes fly open when I feel a heaviness on my legs and then the feeling moving up to my hip and then over my stomach. Raising my head off the pillow, I see Jefferson walking up my body. I look over and see Kirby with his back to me, somewhere along the way he let me go and rolled away. She makes her way up to my face, and then with the top of her head, she nudges my chin.
“What does that mean?” I whisper at her and she does it again, the sound of her purring filling the room. I slide my hand out from under the cover and rub her. She settles on my chest for a full two minutes before she gets up and jumps off the bed.
“Good morning to you too,” I say, getting on my elbow and seeing the sunlight trying to come in from around the bottom of the shades. I toss the covers off me and head to the bathroom, snatching one of Kirby’s T-shirts from the bench in his room. I tiptoe out of the bedroom and then head out to the kitchen.
Jefferson follows me down the steps and toward the kitchen. I open up the cabinets as I search for things to make myself a coffee and make sure Jefferson has breakfast too. I feel like I’ve had the workout of my life, and I can’t help but smile when I think of the workout I had. The phone rings from the table and I run over to grab it. I open my purse and look down, seeing it’s Zara calling me. “Hello,” I answer, looking over my shoulder, hoping I didn’t wake him.
“Good morning,” she says, her face filling the screen. “Did I wake you?”
“Um, no,” I say, shaking my head and walking into the kitchen.
“You aren’t home?” She sticks her face deeper into the screen. “Where are you?”
“I’m at a friend’s house.” I avoid looking at her, but the smile and giggle that comes out of me makes it evident that I’m not really at a friend’s house.
“At a friend’s house, and what is this friend’s name?”
“It starts with a K,” I whisper, putting a coffee cup under the spout for the coffee.
“Oh my God, you had sex.”
“I did,” I confirm to her and she just gasps. “Good sex. Great sex.” I try to keep my laugh down. “The best sex.”
“I want to hear all the details,” she prods and I look over to the entranceway.
“He’s a guy I’ve known for a while,” I say softly, “and he helped me through a lot.”
“Gabriel did that for me too,” she replies and I laugh.
“You had a one-night stand with him and then snuck out on him.” I walk to the fridge.
