“Well, it’s not like we’ll be sitting around making out,” Drew says, before adding, “much.”
No, but if the last few times are anything to go by, I’ll have to sit here and try to look interested while they exchange recommendations for couple stuff like bed and breakfasts and brunch spots.Fun.
“Maybe you should go find whatshername from the bathroom?” Deacon teases.
I send him a flat look. We’ve been friends long enough for him to know that once I’m done with a hook-up, I’m done.
I try to work out in my head what time Skyler must have left and if he’ll be home anytime soon so we can hang out. I guess it depends on how good the sex is and how far from our place the guy lives. I can only figure out one thing for certain, however, and it’s that he’ll definitely be home before morning—Skyler does not do sleepovers.
I run a hand over my shaved scalp, hesitating for a moment before finally saying, “I think I’m going to take off as well.”
“But it’s just after ten. On a Friday,” Drew parrots teasingly.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t remember you being this much of a smartass before you got engaged.”
“Engagedin theory,” Drew corrects stubbornly, prompting both Deacon and me to roll our eyes.
“It was there just under the surface,” Deacon says wryly.
I just grunt and retrieve my phone so I can bring up the Lyft app.
Deacon and I both stick around to greet Sullivan and Spencer and Will, and then we split—Deacon to Tanner’s brownstone only a few minutes’ walk away, and me back to my place in Brooklyn.
When I get up to the ninth floor of my building, I can hear the noises before I even open our apartment door. I glance around discreetly, glad there aren’t any kids living on this floor. Those moans have to be traveling through floorboards, though…
Maybe I should have just stayed at the bar…
I let out a sigh of resignation and unlock the door, pushing my way into the apartment. The grunts and moans and whimpers that are the unmistakable sounds of my best friend banging the absolute fuck out of some guy are much louder now. It’s definitely going to be one of those noise-cancelling headphones nights.
This isn’t the first time I’ve come home to find Skyler fucking some guy, but it doesn’t happen all that often. He usually prefers to hook up at their place so he can be the one to bail. I’m not sure what’s special about this guy, but I’m guessing I’ll find out sooner or later.
ChapterTwo
Skyler
“That was incredible,”Jersey Coyote gasps out as he flops back against the mattress, his breathing ragged and face all flushed from his recent orgasm. Another happy customer. “Seriously—you’re so good at that.”
I just smirk at him. Tell me something I don’t know, buddy.
Just to avoid any confusion and disgusted reactions, I didn’tactuallyjust fuck a talking coyote. It’s just I can’t remember this guy’s name. All I know is he’s hot, eager for cock, and lives in Newark, which is why we’re back at my place instead of the other way around like I usually prefer.
“You mind if I just crash here?” he asks me, already shifting up the bed to settle his head on one of my pillows, before pulling the sheets up to cover himself. Well, someone’s a bit presumptuous…
“Uhh…” I hesitate, really not liking the sight of him getting all comfortable in my bed. I don’t do sleepovers. That’s something Deacon was absolutely right about earlier tonight. Mr. Hit it and Quit it—that’s me. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that as far as I’m concerned. I always tell the guys I hook up with I’m only interested in sex, and I always make sure they get a fucking good deal out of it. There’s no such thing as a one-star review here; every guy I’m with is left a hundred per cent satisfied.
“You’ve totally worn me out,” Jersey Coyote persists with a wry smile. “I can barely even move right now, let alone get myself back home.”
Damnit. If I’d actually stopped to think things through it probably would have occurred to me that if it would take me an hour to get home from his place, it’d be the same going in the other direction.
Finally, I let out a resigned sigh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” I hunt around on the floor for the boxer briefs I peeled off him earlier and toss them to him. “Put these on, though, or I’ll just end up fucking you again.”
He chuckles and tugs the briefs on. “That wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
I guess that’s true… I dig in my underwear drawer for a fresh pair of boxer briefs for myself and pull them on, considering my options. I could go bunk in with Jax, but I have no idea if he’s even home yet, or if he’s brought anyone back with him. I doubt the latter, however; Jackson’s not exactly one to linger over sex. But that doesn’t rule out the possibility; I diverted from my usual habits tonight, so who’s to say Jax hasn’t as well?
And then there’s the possibility of more sex… It might be a little strange to share my bed with a trick, but if there’s a chance of getting in that ass again…
As is often the case, I let my dick lead the way and pad over to the side of the bed Jersey’s left free, slipping under the sheet and settling onto my back.
