I didn’t. It hadn’t been great the first time, what with all the porn-worthy squeals, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. Instead, I put my arm around her and urged her head on my chest. I would give her a few minutes to fall asleep and then slip out.
I didn’t expect to be the one drifting off as she purred softly beside me.
I came fully awake and alert a short time later when my cell phone rang.
I grabbed it from the nightstand, answering on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“Is thisRule?”
She said my name as though she doubted the accuracy of it.
“Yeah. What do you want?”
“My mother said to call you.” There was a hint of panic in the sultry tone of her voice.
I glanced at my watch to see how long I’d been asleep. Half an hour.
Shit.
“Who is this?” I grunted as I shifted my bed partner off of me.
“Laikyn Quinn.”
I sat up, dropped my feet to the floor, and rubbed my eyes. “Where are you?”
“My house.”
“I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Don’t you want—”
“Half an hour,” I stated firmly, not wanting her to say anything that might incriminate herself or her mother.
“Uh…” she stammered. “Okay.”
I disconnected the call before her panic had her spewing shit that could get us both in trouble. I set my phone on the nightstand and grabbed my boxer briefs, which I’d discarded only an hour ago. Right before I fucked the dark-haired woman currently staring back at me from the other side of the bed.
“Leaving so soon?”
I didn’t bother answering her. We had agreed going in that this was a one-night thing. I was holding her to that.
My lack of answer didn’t deter her. “Do I get to see you again?”
I pulled on my jeans and cocked an eyebrow. “That’s not what this is.”
“It could be.”
No, it couldn’t. I didn’t do relationships. I fucked to sate a biological urge. I didn’t fuck the same woman twice to ensure they didn’t get attached. Even those I interacted with occasionally, those who wouldn’t want more than some horizontal fun, I didn’t indulge more than once because women said one thing but felt something else entirely. I wasn’t out to hurt anyone, so I kept it to one-and-done.
There was only one person in the world I trusted enough to fuck on the regular. He happened to be the closest thing I had to a real friend. Not the kind you saw on occasion, and they told people you were friends. The ones who were around even when you didn’t expect them to be. But Jinx was as emotionally damaged as I was, so I didn’t worry about him doing something as stupid as falling in love with me.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boots, rolling my eyes when the woman—I didn’t even know her fucking name—lightly scraped her nails over my back. Before she could move closer, I stood, grabbing my shirt off the floor. I pulled it on, then grabbed my cell phone.
“Thanks,” I told her before heading out of the room.
“Thanks?” she shouted. “Seriously?”
Once in my car, I called Rhyan using the most recent burner she’d given me.
