“Neither do I,” I reply. “And that’s the whole point—I don’t want this becoming something more than what it is.”
“And what is this?” he questions, waving his hand between us.
“It’s two consenting adults having a good time, enjoying each other’s bodies, just having fun. Nothing more, nothing less. You’re free to see other people, Lennox.” Now it’s my turn to raise a brow and hold his gaze. “But so am I.”
Am I imagining it, or is he bristling somewhat?
Interesting.
Clearing his throat, he says, “That’s fair, and I agree. But I do feel that if one of us does decide to see someone else, we should make the other aware of it.”
I think about it for a beat, then tell him, “I can do that.” Blowing out a breath, I add, “I know we mentioned something during a heated moment early on about both of us being”—Imake air quotes—“‘healthy.’ But I also want to let you know, for when the time comes, that I’m on birth control.”
“Okay.” He nods. “That’s good to know.”
It’s suddenly a little bit awkward between us, which is unusual.
We’re both quiet for a minute or two.
Finally, smacking his hands on his jeans-clad knees, Lennox says, “Okay, let me see if I got this. Just like from the beginning, the bottom line is that neither of us is looking for a relationship, but we’re definitely down to fuck.”
That breaks the ice.
Laughing, I crook my finger and say, “Come here, you.”
He leans in to kiss me, just a few sweet pecks that then become longer and more intense.
The next thing I know, I’m on my back on the sofa and he’s between my legs, just where I want him.
Game on.
My talk last night with Madison left me feeling something I never feel—torn.
Yes, sure, in theory I love the idea of a no-strings-attached “arrangement” with her. Hell, I’m not a relationship person either. We both knew this from the start. But I have to admit that the thought of her with another man makes my blood boil.
It shouldn’t, I know.
This isn’t me.
But it does.
And, shit, I haven’t even fucked her yet.
What happens when I do?
All the things we did to each other last night was some next-level amazing shit. The blow job she gave me left me seeing fucking stars, man. And when I returned the favor, I think she felt the same way.
Nah, Iknowshe did.
I have a feeling our little game of waiting for “everything” is about to come to an end soon. We’ve both been holding out, waiting for the other to cave. It’s been fun, but after she told me she’s on birth control, I’m ready to give in right the fuck now.
I can’t wait to be inside her bare.
Okay, this has to stop for the moment. I’m sitting here in a golf cart with my dick getting hard while I wait for Shane to get back in after dealing with a ball that he shot way out into the rough.
Since we didn’t have practice this morning, we decided to get in some golfing. We usually include Easton, but he had something else going on.
I’ve played this course a few times, but this is the first time for Shane. He’s a good golfer, but he’s having a challenging time today.
