Back in the bedroom, I took a few more measurements and tried to forget about that condom. There were clothes strewn on the floor, including men’s briefs and a couple of bras—from two different women, according to the totally different cup sizes.
There were a few magazines, an acoustic guitar and some random guitar picks sprinkled across the carpet, but I just kept looking at those bras. So casually discarded on the floor.
Did he customarily screw the sort of woman who didn’t even care that some other woman had recently left her bra behind?
Or were both women hereat the same time?
Did he havetwogirlfriends?
The generous walk-in closet, designed for a couple, had Ashley’s almost entirely-black wardrobe hung haphazardly throughout and spilling in small piles from the built-in shelves. A stack of guitar cases on the floor made most of the closet inaccessible.
No women’s clothing.
The place wasn’t particularly messy, otherwise. There wasn’t enough stuff in it to be messy. But as I headed back out to the kitchen, I noticed a few days’ worth of dirty dishes piled in the sink, even though there was a dishwasher a few feet away.
Clearly, he hadn’t lifted a finger to prepare for my arrival. Not that that was mandatory, but I usually found most people made the effort. Like put away the underwear and such.
When I came full circle to the living room, Ashley was still lounged out on the couch, playing with his phone. He didn’t even look up when I walked in, though maybe he didn’t hear me at first. He’d definitely turned the music up a bit since I arrived.
He was propped up on an elbow, his legs spread wide, one leg tossed over the arm of the couch. His shirt had ridden up a bit to reveal taut,perfectabs.
His black sweats rode so low on his groin, I could see tattoos running down his left side and into his pants… and his sleek, dark treasure trail…
Holy hell.
I really didn’t need to be seeing his sex hair right now.
I still couldn’t believe that my sister had made out with this man… and walked away. Seriously.Unicorn.
If nothing else, on a purely physical basis, this man was definitely special.
If there was one thing I’d learned about my sister’s taste in men, though… she did not do special. Dani preferred handsome but obedient men. Men who worshipped her, and did not expect the adoration to flow both ways.
Special unicorns need not apply.
Even so, I would’ve thought she’d make an exception for someone as gorgeous as Ashley Player.
Maybe not, though?
Had one of us been dropped on our head as a child? Because I would never understand how she could so casually pass up this man.
Never.
As I stared, he slid his hand over his crotch and adjusted himself in his sweats.
He put his hand on his dick.
Right in front of me.
My breath caught and my pussy tingled without permission… but as I watched his package bulge in his grip, I told myself to calm the hell down. It clearly wasn’t aCome-hithermove. More of anI’ve-got-an-itch-and-I-don’t-give-a-shit-that-you’re-standing-right-theremove.
Then he smoothed down his shirt, covering his abs a bit more. Like he knew I was ogling him.
I could now make out the image on the front of the shirt, with the words:Babes & Bondage. It was the silhouette of a woman, down on her knees, all tied up with rope.
He either really didn’t care that I was here… or he was trying to scare me away.
Both?
