My breath catches at that thought. I knew this was a bad idea from the start. But catching feelings? That’ll make everything ten times worse. It’s one thing to sleep together because we find each other mutually attractive, but once feelings get involved, we run the risk of someone getting seriously hurt, along with possible career repercussions.
He tweaks my nipple, bringing me back to what’s happening. He sucks the stiff peak into his mouth as he continues thrusting into me.
I groan, my body feeling overstimulated.
“Just give me one more,” he sighs into my mouth. His fingers reach between us to circle my sensitive clit, forcing another wave of ecstasy to wash over me. I cry out, my legs tightening around his waist as tremors wrack my body. He grits his teeth as I clench around him. He continues thrusting through my release, prolonging my climax. His hips pump faster as he finally chases his own release. I scrape my nails down his back, encouraging him. He lets out a deep moan as his hips shudder, losing theirrhythm as he pulses inside me, his cock getting impossibly bigger. He leans his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “Good girl.”
My pussy clenches at the praise, and another moan escapes his lips. His hips jut forward on instinct, and he settles inside me. Even after finishing, he’s huge, and I feel impossibly full with his length buried deep inside me.
He slowly pulls out of me before rolling onto his back. Sweat dots his forehead, and he’s breathing heavily as he turns his head to look at me. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and a small smile tugs at his lips. He looks so content, just lying there, sweat glistening on his bare skin. His green eyes are still hooded, but instead of desire, it’s the kind of exhaustion that comes after a particularly earth-shattering orgasm. Lights from the city filter through the open curtains, bathing us in a pale yellow glow.
“You have a very nice apartment,” I whisper, breaking the silence.
“Thank you,” he whispers back with a teasing smile. He rolls onto his side and runs his hand across my stomach. A far-off look spreads across his face. “My sister helped decorate it.”
“That was nice of her,” I muse, though my eyebrows furrow when the look doesn’t disappear. “You two must be very close.”
He shrugs, rustling the sheets around us. “Sort of. I haven’t seen her in person since she decorated for me.”
“What happened?”
“Juliet moved to California without telling any of us. It took her months to finally come clean to me about where she moved to. She was about to give birth to my niece, and our parents were beside themselves with worry during her radio silence.”
“Why did she leave so suddenly?”
He shakes his head as his nose scrunches in confusion. “She’s never been up front about it. She’ll say she wanted a new start. She hated how cold Seattle is. She wanted a change of scenery.But I can tell she’s hiding something about the whole situation. I’m just not sure what.”
“I’m sorry it’s been so long since you’ve seen her,” I offer, as if an apology is going to make him feel better.
“We talk pretty frequently,” he responds. “But she’s still not ready for anyone to go visit her. I’m trying to respect her wishes until she’s ready.”
“Sounds like you’re a good big brother.”
He laughs, but it lacks warmth. “If I were a good brother, she wouldn’t have felt the need to run away in the first place.”
“I don’t think this is something you can place the blame on yourself for,” I say hesitantly, not wanting to stick my nose somewhere it doesn’t belong. “It sounds like maybe this was something she needed to do for herself.”
“That’s kind of you to say,” he says in a low voice. He rolls on top of me and kisses me deeply, effectively distracting me and ending our conversation.
“Mmm,” I hum into his mouth. I drag my hands through his hair as he hardens against my hip.
“You’re incredible,” he breathes before claiming my mouth again.
I feel like absolute garbage.
I push the door to my apartment open and give Milo a gentle pat on her head. I pour her extra food for breakfast and apologize for not coming home last night.
I eye my empty duffel bag and groan before flopping down on my bed. I have no idea what time it was when Asher and I finally fell asleep last night, but I’m exhausted. I clearly didn’t sleep much. I have a faint headache that is either from the alcohol, though I wasn’t drunk last night, or it’s from overthinking everything that happened with Asher on my Uber drive to the parking garage and then the drive home.
I tug at the sleeve of Asher’s shirt that I’m wearing. I shouldn’t have kept it. I should’ve sucked it up and put my clothes back on, even if they were still damp despite having been tossed in the dryer. I also stole a pair of his sweatpants so that I wouldn’t be sitting half-naked in an Uber. Asher had been right; they were huge on me, and I had to keep hiking them up on the walk to my car. I slowly lift the shirt’s material to my nose and take a deep inhale—Pine and sandalwood. Part of me wants to strip his clothes off right now so that they keep their smell. Another wants to stay wrapped up in his scent for hours.
I listen to the sound of Milo crunching her cat food and feel my eyelids grow heavy. I start to drift off when my alarm rings throughout the apartment. I whimper at the high-pitched sound and quickly slam my hand down over my phone, shutting the alarm off.
I shoot off a quick text to my mom, letting her know I woke up feeling sick and may not make it over today, but I will definitely be there tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I let my eyes fall shut again without waiting for a response.
I woke up with an unread textfrom an unknown number, and part of me just knew it was from Asher. It was sent yesterday, and I have studiously ignored it, focusing on getting ready for the trip to visit my mom instead.
Now the unread message icon mocks me as I stare at it. I lock my phone screen, set it face down on the passenger seat, and start my car. I drum my fingers against the steering wheel as I chew on mylower lip. I grab my phone but promptly drop it back in the seat as if it shocked me.
