And as the sensations of last night came flooding back, a wave of arousal coursed through me. My stomach clenched and my breath caught. I bit my lip. I almost dropped my phone.
“Uh… hello…?” I heard Devi on the other end.
“Yeah.” I closed my eyes for a sec and just breathed. All I saw in the dark was Jesse, kissing me, moving over me, holding me down… God. I could feel his cock pumping in my mouth and taste his salty, intoxicating taste. I swallowed, hard. The flesh between my legs still hummed from his touch, sore, almost, and ready to go… again. “I’m having unprotected sex with a sex symbol who’s probably screwed his way coast to coast. Blood work or no, I’m crazy.”
“You’re falling for him.”
Fuck.
Not what I wanted to hear.
“And that’s crazy, right?”
“I don’t know,” my best friend said. “I think it’s only natural, Katie. I mean you’re with him all the time. You’re sleeping together.”
“I’m so screwed.” I turned to look back at the bus from across the lot. Jesse was there, shirtless, stretching, looking like some sun god, all gorgeous and golden in his low-slung jeans.
“I thought that was the good news,” Devi teased.
Jesse caught me looking and grinned. I turned away. “I can’t think straight around him.”
“Do you think he’s screwing anyone else?”
“I don’t think so. I mean, he could be. It’s not like he couldn’t get it anywhere he wanted, if he wanted.”
“But you don’t think he wants to?”
“I don’t think so.” I didn’t. Despite the sheer volume of hot babes tossing themselves at his feet, I really didn’t. Which was maybe part of my problem.
“Maybe he’s falling for you, too.”
“Don’t start putting that shit in my head.”
“Katie…”
“What?”
There was a long, strained silence as trucks whipped by on the highway and I braced myself for what I knew was coming.
“Do you seriously believe you can’t be loved?” Devi asked. “Just because of what Josh did to you?”
The worry in my best friend’s voice killed me a little.
“I don’t know, Devi. I can’t have this conversation right now, okay?” I felt dangerously close to crying and no way I could handle that. Not now. Not until I was home and miles away from Jesse Mayes and all this craziness was over with and I could think straight again.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Another silence.
“He fucks like a beast,” I whispered.
“Holy hell.”
“He’s so hot I think I might melt.”
When I turned around he was still there. No surprise, a couple of girls had materialized out of the ether with crap for him to sign. He was saying something that made them laugh and play with their hair.
