It was everything I could have hoped for my first time.
He ended up staying the night because it was after three when we finished for the second time and took a quick shower.
Then, he woke me up around ten in the morning with his mouth between my legs. That was something else I would never forget.
Before I could return the favor, he got a call on his cell phone from his office. I had no idea what they expected him to do on a Sunday, but he said he had to drive back to Dallas so he could go into the office. At first, I wondered if he was lying, but he kissed me like he didn't want to leave.
"If we weren't in the middle of a huge crisis, I would tell them I quit." Then, he kissed me again. "Maybe I should just quit anyway."
I nudged him away when he released my mouth. "No, you have a job to do. Go do it."
He dressed and left, but not before he promised to call me.
Once he was gone and the orgasm glow faded, I realized that it was probably a good thing that J.J. had to leave. Being around him clouded my mind and my judgment. This was supposed to be a one-night-stand, not the beginning of a relationship. I'd let the heady rush of physical pleasure derail me in less than twelve hours.
I had to stay away from J.J. because he destroyed my common sense.
It shouldn't be too difficult. He lived in Dallas, an hour and a half away. I worked two jobs, both part-time, but they definitely added up to more than forty hours a week. I wouldn't have time to make the drive to see him once a month, much less once a week.
And his work schedule was just as crazy as mine. I knew because I'd overhead Scott mention it a few times.
Yes, it was for the best that he'd left.
So, when he texted and called for the next couple of weeks, I always answered, but politely brushed him off after a few moments of conversation. I appreciated that he didn't want me to feel let down after our...encounter, but I wasn't stupid.
And not hurt in the slightest.
What I didn't count on was Sierra and Ben getting married two weeks after Cameron and Brody. They'd had a casual backyard barbeque to celebrate it, which meant that I spent the evening dodging him.
It seemed that he got the message after the wedding because the calls and texts stopped completely.
I was relieved. Definitely relieved. And not disappointed at all.
As quickly as it began, our connection ended.
That was why it was such a shock when I saw him again just a couple of short weeks after that barbeque-slash-wedding. It was a weekday and he should have been in Dallas, not in Farley.
I was sitting in the diner down the street from Crave when someone slid into the opposite side of the booth.
I glanced up from my college textbook and froze when I saw J.J.'s beautiful smile aimed at me.
"Hello, stranger," he said.
His voice was low and intimate, the same tone he used during our night together.
My knees pressed together hard, an instinctive reaction to the throb between my thighs, but I managed to hide it from him. I hoped.
"Hi, Jay. What a surprise. How are you doing?"
I managed to smile back at him, but somehow he knew that it wasn't sincere.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting to see you any time soon."
He cocked his head to the side and studied me. "Cam didn't tell you?"
I wasn't going to admit it to him, but lately, I'd been catching myself tuning Cam out when she talked. Not because I didn't want to hear what she had to say, but because I just couldn't seem tofocus.
