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The pounding on the door seemed to come from far away, barely penetrating my consciousness. I opened one eye, noting the gray dreariness of the sky through the open blinds that could mean it was seven in the morning or two in the afternoon, then closed it again. It was probably the neighbor or the Amazon guy dropping off a package. There was no way I was going to move, not with a warm female body pressed against my back.
A warm female body that I’d had sex with so many times last night that I’d lost count. Who knew sex could be that good? Especially with someone you didn’t even like? Chris wasn’t even remotely my type. I liked my women a little more feminine, a little softer. At least that’s what I’d thought before she left bitemarks all over my body and spanked my ass while I rode her face.
My God, she’d done things to me I’d never even dreamed of trying.
“Julia, it’s after ten! Are you sick?”
I heard the sharp intake of breath at the same time that I registered my mother’s voice. My eyes snapped open and to my horror, my mother was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. She looked like a cartoon character with her eyes bugging out wide and her jaw halfway to the floor.
I couldn’t help the sound of dismay that escaped my mouth. This was bad. Really bad.
“What’s going on?” Chris grumbled as she turned away from me, shifting onto her back and throwing one arm over her face. The movement put her small breasts on display, making my mouth water before I remembered that we weren’t alone.
Belatedly I pulled up the sheet, covering both of our nakedness.
“Mom! What are you doing here?”
“We had breakfast plans,” she said distractedly, still staring at the bed like she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris awake with a start, jackknifing into a sitting position before remembering that she was naked and dragging the sheet upward again.
“Chris Robbins, is that you?” Mom asked unnecessarily. “This is an interesting turn of events. Quite unexpected.”
My bedmate just stared at her like a deer in the headlights.
“Mom! Do you mind giving us some privacy here?” I snapped.
Her eyes moved between us before a little smile curved her mouth. “I’ll just go put on a pot of coffee while you girls get dressed. See you downstairs.”
So much for any hope I had that she’d leave. She walked out, closing the door behind her, and I released the longest sigh of my life. I sat up and slid off the bed in search of some clothes, feeling Chris’s eyes on me the whole time.
“How bad is this, on a scale of one to we’re fucked?” she asked.
I pulled a shirt over my head before turning to meet her gaze. “I’ve got five bucks she’s texting your mother right now.”
“Shit.”
Chris practically fell out of bed, hunting around for her clothes. She pulled on her pants, foregoing her underwear, which wasnowhere to be seen, and then wiggled into her bra and put on a shirt. When we were both dressed, we exchanged a long look.
“This was only one night,” I reminded her, just in case she was feeling clingy.
“Yeah I know, we agreed to that,” she scowled.
“Well, really it was more of an unspoken agreement than a discussion,” I said. “It was hard for you to talk with your head between my thighs.”
“It was hard for me to talk with you screeching so loud,” she shot back. “You’re kind of loud.”
“I’m kind of loud?” I said incredulously. “You weren’t exactly the strong silent type yourself.”
She had the grace to look embarrassed. “Anyway, what are we going to tell our moms? My mom will freak out if I tell it was just a hate fuck.”
“Multiple hate fucks,” I reminded her.
She gave me a look that could freeze fire. One thing about Chris, she had a magnificent glare.
“Maybe we should just tell them we’re dating,” she said softly.
