My chest tightened at that. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. He did me a favor.” She winked. “He’s a good father but he fucking sucks at being a husband.”
“How many kids do you have?” I found that she was easy to talk to. It was a nice feeling because, for the most part, all Nicky wanted to do was fuck.
“Two. A five-year-old daughter and a two-year-old son. They are my life and at first, I felt guilty that I couldn’t stay with their dad, but it was making it hard on them. I knew I had to do something to get myself out of the situation.”
“You have to be happy.”
“Exactly. I understand that now.” She leaned forward. “So, tell me about this guy.”
I chuckled. “What do you want to know?”
“You said he doesn’t want to commit.”
“He doesn’t. He’s my best friend’s brother and I’ve known him for years. He doesn’t live here but every time he visits, we meet up.”
“And have a good time even if it’s short-lived,” she added, popping an olive into her mouth. She licked her bottom lip, the action stirring something within me. I hadn’t been attracted to a woman in a while. I was pansexual and didn’t care what was between a person’s legs. I was attracted to personality but with Nicky...
I coughed. “Basically.”
“I get that. I’m always down for a good time. I haven’t been in a relationship since divorcing my husband a year ago. And I’m fine with that. I’m just wanting anight of passion.” She giggled, shaking her head. “God that sounds corny.”
“I get it.”
We sat in a comfortable silence but kept looking at each other often. Was I attracted to her? I didn’t know. Sure, she stirred something inside me but it wasn’t the same as it was with Nicky. She was a warm body and one I could find myself sinking into if things went my way.
When we were on our third round of drinks, Veronica hiccupped. “I think these martinis are getting to me.”
I chuckled. “Did you want some water?”
“That might be a good idea.” She signaled the waitress over and ordered us both water. When we were alone, she sat forward, the movement pushing her tits against the edge of the table. “Tell me something, Noah. Have you ever had a threesome?”
That question made my dick lengthen. “No. Have you?”
“No.” She sighed. “I tried getting my ex to consider it. I thought maybe if we explored more when it came to sex, it could save our marriage. But really, he just wanted to fuck someone younger than me.”
That didn’t make sense to me. Veronica told me when we first started chatting on the app a few weeks ago that she was turning thirty-five this year but felt old. Her ex-husband liked them young, which she knew in the beginning but thought his mind would change as they grew older together. He was fine with getting older but apparently, didn’t like that his wife was.
“His loss,” was all I said.
“Maybe.” Veronica’s eyes dropped to my mouth. “Has the guy you’ve been fucking ever had a threesome?”
A sudden image of the three of us spending the night together came to mind. Nicky was dominant in bed. It was one thing I loved about him. But him controllingboth Veronica and me? Geezus fuck, that idea made me almost come in my pants.
“He has,” I told her, my voice husky.
Her grin grew. “But never with you?”
I shook my head. “We haven’t had the chance.” It was just something that never came up.
“I’d like to meet him.” Veronica sat back in her seat. “When is he due to come back to town?”
“This coming weekend as long as his plans don’t change. Could be sooner though. I never know with him.” My heart began racing. She hadn’t said the words yet, but I could practically see the idea bouncing around in her head.
“Introduce me to him.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway.
My phone suddenly vibrated. Usually, I wouldn’t check it during dinner, especially not while on a date, but something told me to look.
