I reached out a hand and grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward me. “Let me taste.”
Nate’s eyes widened in surprise but traced my lips with his fingertips before whispering, “Open up.”
I complied, and he slid his index finger in. I bathed it clean with my tongue, tasting us both. Without asking, he slid in a second finger, and I licked that clean as well. It was erotic and stimulating to sit in a dark room and lick my lover’s fingers. My cock twitched, and he withdrew from my mouth and hovered over me.
“You’re fucking hot as hell.” His lips touched mine, and I moaned as his tongue swept inside my mouth. I grabbed him around the neck, unable to steady myself. Nate rolled over and pulled me on top of him, and I gazed down at his beautiful face.
“That was amazing.”
“I knew you would be.” His hands smoothed over my chest. “I thought about you…about this…all last night.”
“You did?”
“Mmhmm. Knew you’d be incredible.” His voice slurred with impending sleep. “Thanks.”
About to lie down next to him, I stiffened. “Uh, you’re welcome?”
His eyes slid shut, and from his even breathing, I could tell he’d fallen asleep.
I’d been dismissed. Hot tears of humiliation burned, but I refused to give in to them. Careful not to wake him, I climbed out of the bed, got dressed, and left.
* * *
“So what’s the problem?”
I sat with Frisco at our favorite brunch place, or rather his favorite place. I came along for the great waffles.
“What do you mean, ‘What’s the problem?’ Didn’t you hear what I just told you?” I glared at him while he sat unperturbed, pouring maple syrup over his waffles.
“I love that they give you real maple syrup and not that artificial crap. And they heat it so it doesn’t make the waffles cold.” When I didn’t respond, he set his fork down. “Press. You met a guy, went home with him, and had sex. Sounds pretty fucking great to me. You’re upset about what—that he didn’t ask you to spend the night? Why would he? You barely know each other.”
“But we had sex.”
“And?” Frisco picked up his knife and fork and cut into his waffles. “What does that mean, you’re getting married?”
“No, you idiot, of course not. But I thought…oh, fuck it. Forget it.”
“No. I think this is part of your problem.”
“My problem?” I heard my voice rise and pressed my lips together to keep from sputtering. “When I was with Jared, all I wanted was for him to spend the night with me, but he couldn’t because he was married. But Nate isn’t married. He’s got no one. So why wouldn’t he want me to stay? It made me feel cheap…used. Like he only wanted me there for the sex, but I wasn’t good enough to wake up with in the morning.”
“Maybe…that’s it. I hate to say it—and it’s not that you weren’t good enough for him, because I’ll fight anyone who says that—but, Press? Not every guy is the one. Not every guy you sleep with is going to be your boyfriend or someone you’ll see again. Sometimes they’re just a fling, and you have to accept that.”
“I’m such an ass, aren’t I?” I stared at my plate, where the delicious food sat growing cold. “First Jared, now Nate.”
“You have no experience with guys.”
“Yes, I have. I may not have fucked everyone in sight like you did when we were in college and afterward, but I’ve still had sex.”
A cough sounded at my shoulder. Our waiter stood there with a coffeepot, his cheeks crimson and eyes wide. He was cute, with black hair in tight braids and wide brown eyes. “More coffee?”
Frisco gave him his brilliant smile. “No, but come back later. Please.”
The guy’s cheeks flushed a darker red, and he nodded and fled.
Embarrassed, I stabbed at my waffles with my fork. “Great. Now even the waiter knows about my sex life.”
“And I bet he’d be willing to help you expand your horizons.”
