But I thought about it all the time.
It consumed my thoughts.
I worried about bringing it up because I’d told him that might make things complicated for me, and he’d probably worry that I’d grow too attached to this situation.
This very temporary situation.
If we could walk away from this, and remain best friends, and not have any weirdness afterward—it would be a win.
My goal was to have something casual. A no-strings-attached, hot, sexy fling.
I’d managed to do it with a man I trusted immensely.
Would it make me greedy to ask for more?
I knew he’d said he thought about it often too, but he’d never asked for it. And we both knew he was used to having a lot more sex than I was. Sure, we fooled around every night, but I was sure he had needs that he’d been neglecting for me.
“What’s going through that head of yours, Jeege?” He grabbed a carrot stick off the platter I had sitting on the counter and popped it in his mouth.
“I was just thinking about your needs.”
He tipped forward a bit with laughter and then flashed me that sexy smile. “My needs, huh?”
“Yeah. I’m sure you have needs, right?”
“Sure.” His tongue swiped out along his bottom lip. “And they’re all being exceeded at the moment.”
“But you must want more? You must be dying to have sex, right?” I shrugged. “I mean, you don’t appear moody or irritable, but maybe you’re struggling on the inside.”
“I’m not struggling on the inside.” He chuckled and then raised a brow, stepping closer. “Are you struggling, Jeege? Do you want this cock inside you?”
I gasped, just as the doorbell rang, and I heard him chuckling as he walked away.
Maybe I was struggling.
He’d been the best teacher I could have asked for.
I’d had enough orgasms to set me up for a lifetime. At least once a day since we’d started this agreement, and on several evenings he’d doubled down and given me multiple orgasms in one night.
Maybe it was time to make an amendment to our contract.
I hopped down off the counter, just as Jovi, Bass, and Tatum walked into the kitchen.
“You’re not sick, are you?” Tatum asked. “Your cheeks are all flushed.”
Jovi placed her hand over my forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”
Cutler had a wicked grin on his face as he moved past me and grabbed beers for everyone.
“No, I’ve just been running around, getting everything ready.” I cleared my throat before hugging them one by one, just as Phoenix, Cannon, and Brody walked in.
We all got our drinks, and we brought a bunch of appetizers outside as we settled around the big outdoor table. Game night was one of my favorite things to do, and back when we were in college, I’d tortured most of these guys and made them play many times. Jovi, Tatum, and Cannon were new to my favorite pastime, but they were excited about any excuse to get together, drink beer, and sit outside by the water.
“So the first game is Taboo,” I told them. “We need to get into groups of two, and then your partner has to give you clues, but you can’t say any of the words on the card you choose, so you have to be creative.”
“I’m a visual learner,” Cannon said over a mouthful of nachos. “I need to see someone play.”
“Yes. His listening skills are less than impressive,” Phoenix grumped.
