“Got damn,” he grunted as his tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and he came.
Saliva dripped off my chin as he released into my mouth with a guttural moan. When we were done, I went in Hymn’s bathroom and used his mouthwash to rinse my mouth out.
“Your ex still got the girls?” he asked as he turned on the shower.
“Yeah,” I frowned slightly. I didn’t even want to think about Corey’s ignorant ass.
“So you’re spending the night?”
I glanced over at Hymn in all his naked glory, and my pussy ached. “If you want me to.”
“Come get in this shower with me.”
The next morning, Hymn and I had sex again, then he cooked breakfast. I was perched on one of the stools at his kitchen island, watching him cook. The more I was around Hymn the more I liked him, and I wasn’t certain that was a good thing. After being in a relationship for seven years, I should be single for at least a year. Maybe two. Maybe until the girls were teenagers. I hadn’t even learned how to live alone with just me and the girls. We were staying in the house with my parents, so I still wasn’t alone with them. I wasn’t used to paying bills alone. Shit, I’d never been a single mother. Glancing around the kitchen, I wondered what it would be like to be a WAG.
Hell no, I didn’t have the desire or the energy to run around trying to appear perfect twenty-four seven. Knowing that everywhere my man went women practically threw themselves at him. Having to be all extra sitting among the other WAGS, so I wouldn’t feel out of place. I didn’t think I was built for it.
“What you thinking about over there?” Hymn looked over his shoulder.
“A lot.” I told the truth but didn’t elaborate. “So,” I sipped the coffee he had made for me. “Do you think we should have any kind of boundaries or rules? I know we’re getting to know one another, but sex has entered the picture. I’m not sure if that calls for a formal discussion.”
Hymn turned around to face me. “What’s on your mind?”
“I mean, it sounds cliché, but I guess we’re friends with benefits, right? Neither one of us is looking for anything serious. I don’t have the time to date multiple people, but if you are, you don’t have to give me details, but you don’t have to lie. You’re single, and I’m not going to trip.”
Hymn tossed a half smile my way that I couldn’t quite read.
“What?”
“You won’t trip, huh?”
I was sure he’d heard that before, but I meant it. I didn’t have the space to care about what the next man did with his dick when I was still recovering from what Corey did with his.
“I won’t because I can’t.”
Hymn leaned on the counter and stared into my face. “How about we continue going with the flow? I’m not currently dating anyone, and I’m not actively looking. If I just so happen to meet someone, I won’t lie about it. How about that?”
My heart skipped a beat. Why couldn’t he at least have a smidge of cockiness or arrogance? The kind that made it impossible for me to take him serious. I just wanted to have a little fun. Not fall in love. Being in love for the past seven years hadn’t gotten me anything but fucked up. He was so fine and rich. And the dick, oh my goodness the dick. Yes, this was a bad idea.
“I hear you.”
“Let me guess, because I play football you don’t think I’m capable of being with one woman?”
I poked my lips out and upward like I was smelling them before looking off to the side.
“Oh word?” Hymn laughed. “I want to be offended, but I can’t even say I blame you. What I will say is don’t lump us all into one category. Being in the NFL doesn’t automatically mean man whore. I know quite a few men in the league that don’t cheat.”
“I’m sure they’re few and far between, but I can’t judge you simply based off your profession. You’re right.”
“Thank you,” he winked making me giggle.
Hymn placed a plate of food in front of me, and I had to admit that it looked delicious. “Let me find out you cook almost as good as the chef.”
“I’m confident, but not that confident,” Hymn laughed.
As I waited for him to sit down before I started eating, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he walked around the kitchen.
“Orange juice, water, apple juice?” he asked grabbing two glasses from the cabinet.
