He was still inside me and all I wanted to do was fuck him again.
And again.
If only I could move.
He stirred a little, nuzzling my neck.
I sighed. “Get off you in a minute, I swear,” I slurred against his salty skin. “Soon as I can feel my legs…”
He wrapped his arms around my hips to support me. Which was good, because otherwise I might’ve slipped off his lap right to the floor, since I couldn’t feel my bones.
With Jesse, sex was always like this.
Crazy.
Molten.
Hot.
I may not have been very experienced in the sex department, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t totally dense. The desire was definitely there between us, and it was real. I was sure of that much. He wanted me. Hungrily and often. Maybe that had more to do with his appetite than with me, but it had to at least havesomethingto do with me.
And he bought me a skateboard. A super thoughtful gift, just to make me happy. That had to mean something.
Or did it?
Really, as far as I knew the guy made like a gazillion dollars, so maybe buying me a skateboard wasn’t anything at all. Maybe he tossed such trinkets to every chick he knew, no big deal.
Fugh.
And there I went again. Just when I was sorta sure how something was between us, I twisted it all around into what itwasn’t.
Because I still didn’t actually know what itwas.
And I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna ask.
I peeled myself off him, maybe a little abruptly, and yanked the T-shirt down to cover myself as I stood up. “Time to get dressed,” I announced, maybe a little too cheerily, but I didn’t look him in the eye to see what he thought of my sudden departure. “Katie Day awaits.”
And with that, I took my mimosa and stumbled to the bathroom on my rubbery, just-fucked legs, to enjoy my maraschino cherries in the shower.
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Apparently Jesse also enjoyed cherries in the shower. If he got to eat them off my body.
When we finally dragged our asses out of the hotel room, the first thing I did with Katie Day was give Flynn the day off, with pay. Which left Jude to drive us around in his rented car, so Jesse could sit in the back seat with me.
Pretty much all I wanted to do was hang out with Jesse somewhere he wouldn’t be recognized, which meant we ended up driving around a lot. We picked up food and a Frisbee and went to the park for a picnic and ended up there most of the day, though we still attracted some attention. I rode around on my new board for Jesse, at his request. Then we went to a cool skate shop that sold spray paints, bought a bunch of cans, and Jude found us a decently secluded yet not too sketchy bridge under which Jesse insisted I leave my mark.
I reminded him that it was illegal.
He reminded me that I used to do it all the time.
I reminded him that I was immature at that time.
“So be immature,” he said. “It’ll be fun.”
I ended up painting his first name in huge, bubbly pink and purple letters. With flowers.
For dinner, he took me to an amazing restaurant where we had our own private room, and I insisted Jude join us. None of this separate tables bullshit.
