I couldn’t hold back the laugh that hit me as I shook my head. “No, definitely not that.” I ran my hands over my face for a moment as I felt the bed shift slightly.
“Oh you’re nervous. This should be good.” I could feel thewhispers of her breath on my bicep, and I knew she’d turned to face me full on.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I am. Which is rare for me. I’m not sure how you’ll take it if I’m being honest, but I guess I’ll just spit it out. This is…uh, just a job for me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. She didn’t sound angry, just confused. That was a point in my favor so far.
“This,” I waved my arm in front of me, only to remember she couldn’t see me. “The app, this whole thing, me reaching out to you and the sex, is my job. I probably shouldn’t elaborate beyond that. But that’s the only reason I’ve been on the app, my boss kinda required me to make a profile anduseit.”
I felt her fall back onto the mattress, presumably onto her back, and then her laughter filled the air. Fuck her laugh was magical. “I only made a profile to keep my mom from hooking me up with some lawyer guy,” she paused for a moment. “Or maybe he was a doctor? I don’t know. But I don’t care, Batman.”
“Your mom tried to hook you up with a—wait, you…don’t care?”
Her laugh was finally starting to calm down, and I almost wished I could find something else funny to say so she’d keep laughing. “No dude, not at all. I work a shit ton. In fact, my job is sort of my entire life. So not only do I not have time to date, I don’t care too. But you’re hot and good in bed, so I figured, why not meet again? This wasn’t because I was trying to lock you down or some shit.”
I nodded slowly and stared up into the darkness. “So, sex pact?”
“Hmm. I could get behind a sex pact. No strings. Just sex.”
“Exactly.”
“Perfect. So what should I call you? I mean, is there anickname or something? I can’t keep up with Batman; it isn’t nearly serious enough for me.”
I thought about it. She wasn’t wrong. Batman would only work for so long if we kept this up. “Drew,” I finally said. “What about you?”
She hummed. “Rae,” she replied.
“Rae it is. It fits.”
She chose that opportunity to roll on top of me and started licking and biting her way down my chest. My cock was pulsing before she made it more than ten seconds into her path, as if not even he could get enough of this woman.
But when her lips wrapped around me and she moaned over her taste still lingering on my cock? Yeah, I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven.
13
A CASUAL THING
Ember
I sank into the bathtub,wishing there was more space to stretch my legs out, but there wasn’t. Staring at my knees, I ran my fingers through the bubbles I’d added in an attempt to focus on anything other than how the last few weeks had gone.
It had been almost a full month since he’d called me his good girl in that pitch black room at Silk and Spice, and I’d heard what he’d said after that. I knew he said I wasn’t his girlyet.I should be uncomfortable. I should be angry. Yet all I could do was think about what we’d shared over the past few weeks.
We had started a sort of routine. We’d met twice a week. Once on Wednesday, when I’d pick the spot and what we did. Then on Friday night, when he’d get to pick a spot and what we did.
But in between all of that, we still communicated through the app, even if it was just him trying to flirt with me and me playing hard to get and completely uninterested. Truly, it was a wasted effort on my end. I was already gone for this guy. This anonymous guy, whom I didn’t know, had never fully seen in the daylight, and probably couldn’t pick out on the street.
Which was another thing. I’d been naked with this man nine times now, and unless I was stuck with a lineup of cocks, I couldn’t pick him out. Trust me, I’d been trying. Every time I went to the grocery store or a new guy walked into the bakery, I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was my anonymous guy. But I’d have no luck whatsoever.
Everything we’d done had been masked, in the dark, blind folded, tied up, face down, whatever. Either way, I’d yet to see this man in the daylight with more than a half-second to look into his eyes. I was going a bit crazy over it if I was being honest.
I reached down, letting the water out of the tub, and watched it swirl down the drain. My mother and I started meeting again for our weekly lunches last week. Apparently she was finished holding a grudge about me ditching the date with the doctor, or maybe he was a lawyer? I genuinely couldn’t remember anymore. I loved my mom, and I knew she meant and wanted the best for me, but sometimes I had to remind myself it wasn’t my job to make her happy; it was my job to make myself happy.
And what made me happy right now? Fucking the masked man twice a week.
I stood and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the counter, wrapping it tightly around me. My phone vibrated across the counter, and I glanced down, seeing it was Aspen. Aspen, Ivy, and I had gotten closer since she sent Wyatt overto help me with my identity theft issues. Not that he’d been much help finding who was trying to take my shit and pretending to be me, but he had gotten me set up with a more secure bank, and I had access to my money again, thank the gods above.
Aspen: I’m having a Halloween party! It’s Rowan and I’s first big gathering at the house, and you’re both invited. Next Saturday!! I know it’s early, but I’m excited. No excuses. Costumes are a must.
