My head jerks up to stare at him. His eyes are closed, and he’s smiling.
“You asshole.” I smack his chest.
He laughs and holds me tighter. And I have to laugh, too.
Laughing and sex are two of the best things in life.
“Remember… when I was pregnant and I was overdue? And I heard that an orgasm can help start labor?”
He laughs again. “Oh, Christ.”
I was so huge and neither of us were feeling it and we both kept laughing the whole time. He finally told me I had to stop talking or it wasn’t going to happen.
“It’s a wonder I could even get it up with you going on about oxytocin and my semen softening your cervix.”
I crack up laughing again. “It worked, though,” I remind him.
He shifts to the side, pulling me onto my side to face him. We’re both grinning. “Yeah. It did.”
18
CARSON
I used to play with a guy who got divorced. Then he and his ex-wife started hooking up. He said things worked better for them as fuck buddies than as husband and wife. He said they’d talked about it and it was mutual. They figured out a whole new relationship that worked for both of them and they were happier that way.
I accepted what he said. If it worked for both of them, great.
But would I want that for myself?
After I got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned up Ayla and myself, I slid back into the bed and pulled her into my arms. She fits perfectly. It’s like we’ve never been apart.
Ayla and I just had spectacular, brain-bending sex. It was always good between us and I’ve missed sex, but since we split up, I never had any desire to sleep with anyone else. What does that mean?
I don’t know. My poor brain is confused.
Would I want an exes-with-benefits relationship with Ayla?
I don’t know.
Right now, it’s hard to image that I would turn down such an arrangement. Jesus, I’m cooked. Spent. Done like a dog’s dinner. I’d go for another round of that any day, all day.
But there’s a niggle in the recesses of my broken brain that still has common sense. That there could be problems with that. And not just for me. What about Ayla?
She makes a soft noise and burrows her face into the pillow, pushing her cute ass back into my groin.
She was definitely a willing participant. But… what does that mean?
I fall asleep with questions circling in my head and no answers.
* * *
When the alarm on Ayla’s phone goes off, we’re both startled awake. It’s still dark and we’re still twisted together in the bed, one of my hands on her boob. Nice. I give it a gentle squeeze.
She makes a soft sound of enjoyment.
I brush my nose against her hair, pull it back off her face, and kiss her ear. “Hey.”
“Mmm.”
