“Are you okay?” he asks. His eyes are closed, a sleepy, sated smile on his face.
“Besides having come on my back?” His expression makes me laugh.
“I’m sorry.” He moves to get off the bed.
“No, it’s fine. It’s perfect. I’m good.” I pull him closer against me, and he rests his forehead on my shoulder.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“This fucking jock hurts more than anything you did. Fuck, take this shit off me.” I shove it down off my dick and ass, Bryce finishing the job and throwing it on the floor before walking out of the bedroom.
“Be right back,” he says.
“Umm, where’s that condom? Please tell me it’s not sticking to the rug?”
The bellowing laugh from the hall finally settles when he re-enters the room with some washcloths.
“It’s not funny, Bryce. It could have—”
“Don’t say it.” He cuts me off. “I’ll clean everything up. I promise.” With a kiss to my swollen ass cheek, he spreads me and places a warm rag right on my entrance.
“Oh, that feels good.” Sighing, I forget all about any messes left to clean. That’s a Bryce problem now.
He leaves one rag between my cheeks and cleans up his release from my back with another, massaging my shoulders with his free hand along the way.
“Do you want me to run a bath?”
“No. I’m good. It’s not that bad.”
“You’ll be sore tomorrow. So, take it easy.” I cringe, thinking he’s going to throw the dirty washcloths on the floor, but thankfully he grabs the mess he made and cleans up after us. He knows me well.
Amber
I heard you have a boyfriend.
Fuck. I knew this day would come. I just wasn’t expecting it so soon. This is not what I wanted to wake up to, and even worse, with Bryce lying on top of me.
Me
Hi Amber
Amber
Is it true?
Ugh. This is too fucking hard. I can’t lie to her, and she obviously just wants to hear it from me. I don’t want to hurt her any more than I already have.
Me
Yes
I’m sorry
Her silence says everything. There’s nothing I could’ve done—I wasn’t going to lie to her. Now I’m left trying to figure out who told her. The only people who really know are Calisse, Alina, and Davidson. We haven’t told an—
Yes, I did. Fucking Drew. That’s the only way.
Amber
