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Love may be love, but Naomi and I made things clear from the start. Yes, I love spending time with her. Yes, the sex is off the charts. Yes, if she was staying in town, I wouldn’t hesitate to push for more, but we walked into this with all our cards on the table.
I have enough control to protect my heart for when she’s gone.
“You’ve been watching telenovelas again, haven’t you?” I say.
“And you’re gonna let her leave without telling her.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” But I drop my voice to an angry hiss. “Why can’t it just be what it is?”
“Because it’s you and Naomi. Nothing’s ever what it is.”
We stare at each other, both glaring, shoulders hiked.
I’m not used to fighting with Ricky. I’m not used to sleeping in on weekends and letting lineups widen into chaos and having the town talk about me. I’m not used to feeling hot and cold at once, unsettled and happy.
Ricky’s attention jerks away from me. I follow his line of sight—to Aaron, of course. I have no doubt they’ll play their usual game of charades, acting out their secret interest without either of them making a move, but Ricky says, “Guess I need to lead by example.”
He marches past me, walks right up to Aaron, and says something to him I can’t hear. The answering smile that breaks over Aaron’s face could power Main Street’s lampposts. Ricky glances at his feet, then back up at his crush.
Watching them start whatever it is they’re starting has my gut hollowing. The hot and cold sensations messing up my internal temperature intensify.
As does my irritation.
Ricky finally talking to Aaron has nothing to do with my and Naomi’s relationship. Ricky and Aaron barely know each other, and Aaron isn’t taking off traveling. The only example Ricky’s setting is that single guys can meet nice people in coffee shops.
chapterfifteen
Naomi
Apparently, Avett likes stripteases. I couldn’t wait to get to his place tonight, do a little dance to show off my new red lingerie. I still have on my bra and skirt, but he’s already breathing hard, rubbing his cock through his briefs.
“You’re so fucking stunning,” he murmurs, his eyes glued to the slow fall of my skirt. “A goddamn vision.”
I step out of my skirt and roll my hips, but I don’t drag my thong down. “Take off your briefs. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
He complies quickly and spreads himself out at the top of the bed, propped up so he can watch me while he wraps his palm around his thick shaft.
Heat grips my core. “God, that’s hot.”
Slowly, I drop my thong. I unclasp my bra and sway to the sexy music playing, mesmerized by the way he runs his thumb over the blunt head of his cock.
I drop my bra and grab a condom. “Sex needs to happen now.”
He grins. “Impatient.”
“On the verge of coming without being touched.”
He rolls the condom on in record time, positions me above him, and thrusts into me with one fast push.
I gasp. “God, you’re big.”
Cocky grin in place, he lifts my hips, setting me at the perfect angle to get us both off. “Stop with the compliments. I might think you like me.”
My heart skips a beat.
It could just be how intense sex always is with us, but that off-the-cuff joke, tossed out to make me laugh, is having the opposite effect.
I do like you, I think.Way, way too much.
