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No matter how hard she made me, how desperate I was to sink into her, I meant what I said. I didn’t fuck unconscious women. I didn’t lust after them either. But I was certainly looking forward to her being sober. And finding out what other colors of panties she liked to wear.
And watching her when I finally sank into her for the first time.
But seeing her in my flannel? Sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Thank you, but I can imagine. I’m sure what I did has spread all over town by now. People are going to think–”
“–you have the stomach flu.”
She stared at me, confused. “What?”
I shrugged. No one had to mess with her for drinking a little too much wine. She’d been in a fucking bar, not driving a school bus full of children. But if she was worried about people talking, then I’d give her an out.
No one fucked with little Melly Harwood. No one but me.
“I hear it’s going around.” I had no clue if it was going around or not.
She looked down, rubbed her toe across the carpet, considering the out I was giving her. So what if she drank too much? Sure, I didn’t want to get thrown up on every day, but she was normal. Doing normal things, even with a slightly poor bout of judgment. But it seemed she felt she had to bemorethan that. Perfect.
She wasn’t perfect, that was for sure. But who was? I liked her quirks. Her shyness. No, she wasn’t shy, really. She’d let me have it more than once, especially that phone call. Skittish, maybe? Wary? No, she was cautious. As if she was afraid to try things yet so damned eager to do so. The prim clothes that hid racy lingerie said just that.
“Okay,” she said finally.
A woof came from the bedroom and in stormed Earl, nudging past me and going to Melly. He knocked her back a step and she laughed.
“Earl!” I yelled, but the menace didn’t listen. He nudged her hip with his big sloppy face, then stuck his nose in her crotch for a sniff.
Maybe the dog wasn’t so dumb after all.
14
MELLY
What I didwith Daniel in the bar. Oh my God.
I learned a few things:
1. I liked dirty talk. Not just dirty talk but filthy talk.
2. He was ridiculously talented with his fingers. I’d come, if I remembered correctly, in a ridiculously short amount of time. Of course, lots of #1 helped.
3. I’d never been so wet in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible. #1 and #2 helped with this.
4. I was really into it. Like so into the pleasure Daniel gave me that I’d been ready to fuck him beside floor cleaner and a mop. All because of #1, #2 and #3.
5. Vomit was the biggest cock blocker ever.
6. I wanted more. But #5 happened.
I had gonefrom zero to ready to have sex at the bar. In a storage closet.
This wasnotme. A storage closet?
Instead, I threw up on him and then passed out. That was why I wasn’t surprised when he’d gotten my clothes from his dryer and pushed them at me to get dressed instead of dropping his towel, stalking over to me, ripping open his flannel shirt I wore and ravaging me.
That didn’t happen.
Unfortunately, my green sweater had been a casualty of the evening. It was my own fault, and I couldn’t blame Daniel’s lack of knowledge about washing wool. Or separating colors, it seemed. He’d tossed everything covered in vomit in the wash together. With, I assumed, hot water. Then he’d dried it all, again, on hot since my soft cashmere sweater now fit a toddler.
