“Yeah. Thanks, bro.”
His lips roll in, and his eyes glimmer. “No problem.Bro.”
I throw a pillow at him, and he barks out a laugh.
I bite my lip. Am I supposed to leave now? I’m one of the exceptions to the rule where I actually like to stick around after hookups. I like to shoot the shit. Grab some food. Whatever. Sometimes that’s not possible and you have to bail right away, but here, lying in his comfortable bed. I’d like to stay for a while if he’ll have me. I’m really not eager for the night to end.
Jed flops back down on his bed with a long groan. “Fuck, that was all right.”
“Wow. All right? Way to make a guy feel special.”
He lets his head fall to the side and stares lazily at me. “Let me rephrase. Best I’ve ever had. Ruined me for all other men. Life completely altered. I think I saw God.”
I pat his cheek. “Much better.”
He arches a brow. “Your turn.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Eh.”
Jed dissolves into laughter, curling into himself. My grin is at risk of breaking my face.
He looks at me through crinkled eyes. “You are such a brat.”
“I really am. But jokes aside, it was kind of life altering. Eye-opening, for sure. Definitely discovering a lot of thingsabout myself. I always knew I was a sucker for praise. But hadn’t realized I’d like being dominated so much. Being told what to do. I guess men really do it for me. So, uh, thanks for helping with that discovery.”
“My pleasure.” He winks.
I pick at the comforter. “What about you? Kind of got the feeling you like brats. You have any fun kinks?”
“I’m not too picky. I just want to have a good time. But yeah, I do have a soft spot for brats. I like giving and controlling a person’s pleasure, but I don’t necessarily want them to be completely submissive. I like a little cheek. It’s fun.”
“No wonder you wanted to get in my pants.”
He looks skeptically at me. “Excuse me. Youkissedme.”
“Youbrought me to a gay bar. It was an invitation!”
“Um no. It was me trying to scare you off.”
I gasp. “It hurts.It hurts, Storm Cloud.”
His eyebrows lift. “Storm Cloud?”
“Yeah. I’m all sunshine and smiles. You’re all scowls and storm clouds.”
Something flashes across his face, there and gone so fast I can’t tell what it was. “That fits,” he says quietly. He clears his throat. “Lingerie.”
I blink at him. Linger-what-now? “Um. What?”
“I have a lingerie kink.”
“Lingerie… What exactly does a lingerie kink mean? You think it’s sexy if a woman dresses up for you?”
Jed shakes his head and bites his lip, his gaze raking slowly over me. “No, Sunshine. Women in lingerie is all well and good, but it’s men in lingerie that make me lose control.”
My eyes go wide. “Oh.”
His smile turns sheepish, and a soft blush colors hischeeks. “Yeah. That’s probably the most risqué kink I have.”
