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“I don’t date. I’m not lookin’ for serious. My work’s my only priority.”
“So, we’re on the same page,” she purred.
Okay. I took it farther.
“I don’t do romance. I like control in bed, and I won’t call for anything but a hookup.”
“Should I give you my number now or later?” she challenged and pulled out a card from her cleavage. She stared me down as she tapped it with a long red nail.
I suddenly felt bad. I was being a selfish prick, and she didn’t seem to care. I thought I’d give it one more go.
“Listen, I’m not lookin’ for anyone. If you want me, it’d be just for sex, nothin’ else.”
“Just tell me when and where.” She held up the card. “Demi.”
Fuck. I took it.
“Ty,” I gritted and downed my beer then stood. “Coming?”
“I hope so.” She smirked, and I heard the gasps as my buddies reacted to that one.
“I’ll take that.” I slid the twenty from under Moore’s hand. “Order me another beer in about twenty.” I took Demi’s hand and headed for my truck as Moore sputtered after me that he’d won.
I started the engine to warm the air, and before I could get a word out, she straddled me, and her tongue was in my mouth. At first, she naturally took control, but when I pinned her wrists and made her submit, she gave in. We were both looking for something and took it. No apologies. It was fast, straight to the point, and little to no romance. It was all I wanted.
When we were finished, she climbed off me, wiped herself with a tissue, and pulled down her skirt. Her cheeks were flushed. “I knew you’d be good.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I couldn’t help but ask again. There was no way I could allow myself to get emotionally invested in anyone.
“Relax, Ty.” She flipped down the visor and fixed her wild hair. “We all have needs, and you’re serving mine just fine. So, we’re good.” She smiled at me. “How long you home for?”
“Three weeks.”
“Where are you staying?”
“I have a place in town.”
“Good. Me too.” She grabbed a marker from the dash and scribbled her address on my forearm. “When you’re not visiting family, call me, and I’ll keep you company.” She winked and hopped out, and I watched her walk back toward the bar with an over-the-top swing in her hips. I smiled and had to admit I was much more relaxed than I’d been only a few minutes earlier.
Little did I know Demi would develop feelings for me at a time when I’d just found what I wanted with someone else.
She put her phone in her purse and walked toward me with a smile as she waved her hotel key card.
“Just coffee.” I stood and shook off the memory. Her face fell, but she recovered quickly and fell into step with me. We walked down the sidewalk toward a small bistro I’d spotted earlier.
We ordered and stood there until we were handed our coffees then took a seat by the window. My head spun with the day’s events. The memory of Mrs. Brown’s haunted face and her husband’s words sat heavily like a nasty wound in the center of my chest. As usual, I fumbled around inside to come up with something to say but found nothing, and the silence hung between us.
“I thought I wasn’t going to catch you,” she finally said. Her smile soon faded when I didn’t respond. “Are you okay?”
“Today was hard,” I managed.
“Okay, I get that, but are we all right?”
I stared into my coffee. I wanted to get up and leave the bistro and never look back. Conversation had never come easily to me, and I really wanted to avoid this one.
“Ty,” she reached out and covered my hand, “I’m sorry about your friend, but I can’t help but feel you’re pulling away from everyone who loves you.”
Love? I felt my throat tighten. When did this happen? When had we ever been more than casual fuck buddies?
