“Decker.” I point at the first door we pass. “Easton,” I say when we get to his floor. “And I’m on top.”
“Just the way you probably like it.” She giggles at her sexual innuendo that’s more like middle school humor.
Fuck, I need to stop judging her. I asked her to be here. I just wish my plan was working.
I press the code on the keypad outside my condo door and the lock slides open. Turning the knob, I push open the door, and I’m about to tell Stephie to go first when a streak of dark hair breezes by, then falls toward my breakfast stool.
“Callie?”
There goes my whole idea of getting her out of my system. She’s wearing tight yoga pants that show off her amazing ass, and her tits are straining against the T-shirt under her unzipped hoodie.
“Hey, girl.” Stephie sneaks by me.
Shit, I forgot about her for a second. In about two minutes, I’m gonna be the biggest asshole because I don’t lead girls on, and my ridiculous plan just went into the shitter. If I fuck Stephie, I’ll be imagining Callie the entire time.
“Oh, hey.” Callie stands and brushes her hair out of her face. “I completely forgot that Hayes doesn’t live here anymore.”
I narrow my eyes at her. Bullshit.
Then it dawns on me. She’s here because she can’t get me out of her system either. I can have a second round with her.
“Did you clean out the closet? I left this sweatshirt…” She’s tiptoeing toward my bedroom door. “Mind if I just check really quick?” She thumbs in that direction, and when she’s close to the door she turns around.
“I’ll help you look!” Stephie follows. “What color was it?”
Callie grabs the handle of my bedroom door and slams it shut. “Oh wait, it was in the second bedroom, I think.” She points toward the door on the other side of the kitchen.
Stephie swivels around and heads that way.
No way, did Callie do something kinky like leave sex toys and lube on the nightstand? I really hope it’s nothing romantic like candles or some shit. Does she know me at all?
Stephie disappears into the spare bedroom. “There’s nothing in here. It’s all empty,” she shouts from the other room.
“What’s going on?” I murmur to Callie with the hope Stephie can’t hear.
“I’ll check the bathroom!” Stephie calls.
Callie cringes. “So… I had this whole plan…”
My curiosity gets the better of me, and I go to open the door, but she gets in front of me, her hand covering mine.
“Please don’t,” she whispers.
We’re chest to chest, our eyes locked, and I’m trying to figure out what’s going on with her.
“I hoped you’d be back,” I say in my seductive voice that usually gets women to undress. “Let me get rid of her.” I press my body to hers, weaving our legs together. “We just can’t tell Hayes, okay?” I thrust my thigh up against her core, and she swallows audibly, her face flushing.
Yeah, this is what I needed.
I feel like an asshole for going behind Hayes’s back again, but it’s already happened once. One more time, and I’ll get her out of my system and can move on with my life.
“Yeah, that’s not?—”
“Nothing there.” Stephie’s voice is close enough that she’s definitely out of the bedroom. “What are you guys doing?”
Callie peers around me. “Foster is being protective of his bedroom. Must be sloppy and doesn’t make his bed or something.”
“Well, I planned on unmaking the bed anyway.” Stephie’s voice is so certain she’s still going to have me tonight. I am the asshole everyone thinks I am.
