Not that I wasn’t enjoying the view. I wasn’t blind, and she was absolutely my normal type. Large breasts, round ass, tiny waist, tall, blonde, tanned, long-legged… she had it all. I looked away guiltily as she smiled at me.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she asked. She was carrying a tray of desserts.
“Oh, um, sure.” I stood aside to let her in. “But I should tell you,” I said as she walked in and set the tray on the island in the kitchen, “that the party got canceled.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” she said, looking around. She didn’t sound surprised at all. “So, is it just you and me, then?”
“Yeah.” I was having trouble not staring at her, even though it felt disrespectful to Natalie. Did I want to fuck this woman? Isure wouldn’t mind. But it didn’t feel right until I’d at least told Natalie that I wasn’t looking for a committed relationship. That I was down with a friends with benefits situation as long as she knew I’d be sleeping with other people.
That should make me happy. It was what I wanted. But… I couldn’t quit imagining her with other men. I knew I couldn’t tell her that I was going to sleep around but I didn’t want her to. What a caveman attitude.
I swiped a hand over my face. I was almost of the opinion that what had happened between Nat and me wasn’t worth all this stress. But then I couldn’t help but recall how… explosive it had been. Over and over again. Our need for each other hadn’t waned the entire weekend. I’d never had sex as many times in as short amount of time as that in my life. And I could’ve gone back for much more if she hadn’t had to leave. Then when she’d showed up again mid-week? It had been just as great then, too.
It was pretty difficult to erase sex like that from my mind. I’d never had the chemistry I had with Natalie withanybodyelse. Not Annika, not anyone.
“Tim?”
I jerked my head up. “What? Sorry.”
“I was just asking if you minded if I hang out with you tonight?” Her eyes looked sultry, and she wasn’t trying to hide the fact that she was staring at my crotch. She took her perfectly manicured blood red fingernails and traced them over the highly visible mounds of her breasts.
“What did you have in mind?” I heard myself asking as my body responded to her. My player ways were taking over. They’d had enough practice over the years, that was for sure.
She giggled, her tits jiggling in that bodycon dress. “I think you know, baby. I’ve been wanting to take that big dick of yours for a ride ever since the girls were talking about it down at the country club.”
I blinked. She was not shy. “What girls at the country club?”
She waved a hand in the air. “Oh, some of those rich bitches. I guess you’ve fucked a lot of them or something.” She walked over to me and put her hand on my hardening cock. “What do you say?”
I took a deep breath in and out. I was fucking horny. And she was…right thereand ready to go.
“Let me check something real quick,” I said, ignoring the flash of annoyance in her big brown eyes. I took out my phone and checked for texts or calls from Nat one more time.
Nothing.
Shit.
I glanced at Cora and saw that she’d taken her dress off. She was wearing a very sexy lace bra and thong set and her high heels, that was it. I practically had to wipe drool from the side of my mouth.
I was being ridiculous waiting on Nat to—what? Approve my dating situation? I didn’t need to do that. Natalie, more than anyone else, knew the drill. She’d probably laugh at me when I told her I’d been afraid she wanted something more from me than casual sex.
I felt a little better. Yes, that was it. Natalie wouldn’t expect me to be faithful. We hadn’t even set up anything regarding our relationship. Nothing. I’d tried to text her all week, and she’d never gotten back to me. Surely if she cared at all about us being together, she’d have tried to reach me.
But she hadn’t. That had to mean something. Hell, for all I knew she’d been hooking up with guys every night this week.
Deep down I knew I was just making up excuses for why I shouldn’t feel bad about fucking this sexy woman standing in front of me.
But it was working. If Nat didn’t text back in the next minute, I was going to enjoy this night with Cora and not feel guilty about it.
Or I could tell myself that.
“Glass of wine?” I asked her while I stared at my phone, unsure whether I wanted Nat to text or not at this point. My dick was hard as hell and this woman was ready to go.
“Sure,” she said.
I poured each of us a glass and we stood there not talking while we stared at each other. By the time we finished drinking our glasses of wine, Nat hadn’t texted.
It was a sign. I lifted my chin to Cora. “Come here, baby.”
