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Shouldn’t have stopped after two beers to make sure I was okay to drive home … just in case.
Maybe then, I’d be more turned on, my dick would be harder, and I’d be into S…something. Fuck, I feel like an asshole for not remembering her name.
I’m on her couch, wearing only jeans, and trying to focus on her grinding against my dick and doing her best to get me hard, and she eventually does even though neither my mind nor my dick is thinking about her.
My dick is hard because it’s imagining someone else is on my lap.
A woman with a smart-ass mouth who could do amazing things with it.
I cringe, hoping she hasn’t been honing in on those sex skills with someone else.Did she find someone who could fuck her better than I did?
I shut my eyes and let my imagination take over. If I can’t have her, at least I can envision her, which makes me an asshole, I’m well aware.
“Fuck, Lauren, baby, slow down,” I hiss, grabbing her hips and digging my nails into her dress that’s pulled up around her waist.
The chick grinding on me stops. “Did you just call me Lauren?”
I grunt when she climbs off my lap and I go to grab my shirt, preparing to get kicked out of her apartment, but she drops to her knees instead.
“You want to forget about her?” she asks, licking her lips.
“Like no other.”
“I’ll fuck every thought of her out of you. You won’t remember her name.” She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. “You won’t even be able to say your own name when I’m done with you.”
Eleven
Lauren
I openthe blinds to peek out the window for what seems like the hundredth time.
“I’m officially a stalker,” I say to Willow over the phone.
Does this mean I still have feelings for Gage?
That shouldn’t even be a question I ask myself.
I’ll always have unresolved feelings for him.
Jealousy ate at me when I caught him leaving for his date. He wasn’t as dressed up as he had been for his Operation Make Lauren Jealous and Crash Her Dinner Party date, but he still put in an effort to look good for her.
Was it Phoebe again?
Ugh.Quit thinking about his date.
The worst part was the overnight bag. I stopped myself from asking him to hang out with me instead. To get my mind off him, I went to dinner with my parents, Hudson, and Stella and hoped Gage’s truck would be here when I got back.
It wasn’t.
I’ve been in freak-out mode since.
“I won’t dispute that,” she answers around a laugh. We’ve been on the phone for nearly an hour while I updated her on the whole Gage situation. “Although I do like seeing you like this.”
“Like what?” I tiptoe from the window and fall back against the couch. I’ve done this dance all night. “A freaking creep?”
“All worked up over a man. You always seem so in charge of your feelings. It’s a nice surprise.”
I sit up. “Whoa, whoa. I’m not all worked up over Gage. Call it curiosity.”
