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I’m tired, and I can’t tell if she’s bluffing or not.
Damn it, I don’t want to deal with this. “Guest bedroom.” I hate it, but at least now I know she’ll be safe tonight. “Take a shower first, you stink.”
TWENTY-THREE
It’s five in the morning, and I can’t go back to sleep.
Fuck.I’m in trouble.
That was the best sex I’ve ever had. There’s fucking and then there’s what he did. It was more than sex, it was a whole experience. I’ve never let go of my inhibitions like that. He completely took over, and I let him! That’s not something I give up easily. Honestly, it’s not something I do. But it was based on trust and respect and care—three words I never imagined using to describe Rhys Kucera.
He’s one of the most fascinating men I’ve ever met. He’s dominant and aggressive. He’s intense. But he’s also very down-to-earth when you get to know him. In a crowd, he’s mostly quiet and keeps to himself, but during those times he’s observant and protective. When we’re alone, he’s charming and funny, and he confides in me. And I like what he has to say, especially the things he says when he’s between my thighs. But he’s not looking for anything serious, he told me himself.
They say if you’re not dating for forever, you’re dating for heartache.But what if I just want to date to get my vagina licked again?I was hoping to get him out of my system. A littlerock-my-box-and-change-the-locksaction.But I let him do things I haven’t let anyone do before. What would cause me to put that confidence in him so early? What does it mean if I trust him that much already? To surrender myself like that? It sounds like heartache.
It’s hard to sleep when those questions keep bouncing around inside my head. I’ve got to work tonight, and if I plan on getting any rest before my shift, it’s gotta happen now. The Lakes play tonight, I can’t be dead on my feet.
Four hours later, I awaken from my second sleep. More of a power nap. I slept so soundly next to Rhys—another thing that hasn’t happened in a long time. After returning to my bed, it felt kind of empty.
I’m not surprised Anna came back. It’s the cycle. Take, leave, come back, take, leave, come back. Wash and repeat. There’s never any giving. I used to think Rhys wasn’t giving but he’s proven me wrong. Especially when it comes to orgasms. He excels at it.
I pad into the kitchen and turn on the coffee maker before getting into the shower. It was less than twelve hours ago that Rhys had a bath drawn for the two of us. That was the part I was most apprehensive about. Not the degradation, no. He can call me his good little whore all night long, but the second he wrapped his arms around me and held me... that was something I wasn’t sure I could handle. The aftercare scared me.
The aftercare.It was so... unexpected. He was considerate and attentive. He pressed the lightest kisses to my shoulder. He held me and whispered sweet things. I don’t know if I’ve had that . . . ever.
Certainly not after aggressive sex. Rough sex is fun, I like it, but usually during hookups it’s just that. A hookup. It doesn’t come with aftercare. It comes with a high-five and an Uber. But he asked me to stay the night.And that kiss?That kiss terrified me, it brought back feelings I didn’t know still existed. It was spectacular.
I work the shampoo into my hair and scalp and rinse it out. Then glob on some conditioner and let it soak in while sudsing up a washcloth with soap to scrub his scent off me, the smell of his soap from our bath. It’s sexy and intoxicating, which is exactly why I need it off my body.
What would have happened the next morning if Anna hadn’t shown up? Probably would’ve been awkward as hell. And what now? Do we fall back into our old pattern of hating each other? We have fun together, but I’m not sure I can be fucked like that and keep a boundary with my emotions.
After I get out of the shower, I throw on some leggings and a sweater. The delicious aroma of coffee wafting through the apartment is inviting. Weather is beautiful outside. I open the window to breathe in the invigorating fresh-autumn air. There’s just something about a crisp fall day and a warm cup of coffee the morning after a night of intense gland-to-gland combat.
The knock at the door startles me from my daydreaming. I look through the peephole and am surprised to see Rhys on the other side. When I open it up, he’s holding matching to-go cups of coffee in his hands.
“Hey.” He looks down and sees the mug in my hand. “Looks like I’m a little late. I didn’t want to come over any earlier and wake you.”
“Thanks . . .” I open the door wider for him to enter. “You didn’t need to get me coffee.” We had a good time, but this wasn’t necessary. Maybe I scrambled his brain with my amazing vagina.
“I wanted to apologize for last night.”
My shoulders slump.He regrets it.Of course he does, this was never part of the plan. He won’t see that it bothers me. Because it doesn’t. Not even a little. I couldn’t care less.
“Yeah, no worries. Just a one-time thing, I get it. Shouldn’t have let it go that far.”
“The fuck?” His brows come together. “No. Whoa! No, no, no. That part was great. I’m apologizing that Anna showed up. Our night together got interrupted.”
Oh.Oh.
“I never meant to spend the night. I mean, it was nice, but we both know what this is.” We’re sexually compatible. We fuck well together. No more, no less.
With an icy stare, he stalks closer, stepping into my personal space and backing me into the wall.
“And whatisit, Freya?”
I look down at my mug. “You know, a hookup. Getting it out of our systems . . . Dusting off the entertainment center.”
He lifts my chin but doesn’t respond. It makes sense he’s a bit surprised. I mean, what woman would freely kick themselves out of his bed? Who wouldn’t want to have a round two?If you had any sense,youwould.I try to ignore my conscience. His lips press into a grimace, and his jaw clenches.
