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I try not to think about what sex is like for all the women he sleeps with. He had some serious hardware going on. What does it feel like? Is he a generous lover? I’ve heard big dicks can be selfish, as if the size makes up for their lack of effort. Ugh! I’ll never be able to get the image out of my head.
I shoot off an email to my lawyer and financial manager to get a meeting set up. I need to get my finances back in order as soon as possible so I can move out of here.
18
I’m prepping dinner—thought I’d make shepherd’s pie—when Cam walks into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and gray sweatpants, which outline his cock perfectly—it has to be intentional. The sweatpants aren’t what kills me. It’s when he sidles up next to me and flips his baseball cap backward to help with food prep. I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap. I press my lips together and close my eyes, gathering my strength. We stand in uncomfortable silence, save for the chopping of our knives.
He’s the first one to break the tension. “So... I’m off for the next four days.”
I nod. “That’s nice. Plans for anything fun?”
“I dunno, I mean, you’re here. I figured we could hang.”
I scrunch my nose. “And do what? I’m a boring hang, and my feet still hurt. You should go out and get some strange.”
“Some strange?” He laughs. “Nah. Honestly, I’ve had more fun here lately... Wanna get high?”
I laugh. I don’t think I’ve gotten high since college.Not since Bryan warned me never to do it again.
“Don’t you have drug tests and stuff?”
“It’s legal and not performance-enhancing, and as long as it doesn’t affect my playing, they look the other way.”
Huh, that’s interesting. Well, count me in. I’m enjoying my rebellious streak. “All right, I’m down. Are you an edibles guy, or are we jumping straight into bong rips?”
“I’m old-fashioned, I like to roll my own.”
“Fancy.”
We chat about his upcoming games next week and where he’ll be traveling. I tell him about the companies I’ve been looking at. This time I want to find a career that’s a good fit for me. I’ve never needed to work, but I like it, it gives me purpose. Which is why it’s been so tough since leaving H&H.
After the shepherd’s pie is put together and in the oven, he cracks a window in the living room and gets his gear. We sit down on the couch, and I watch him roll us a joint. His skilled fingers are meticulous as they delicately roll back and forth to balance the gram of cannabis in the hemp paper. When he’s pleased with the size, he licks across the paper while looking up at me through hooded lids. The dark rings around his hazel eyes are more vivid than ever, and my cheeks heat. He’s fucking with me because I walked in on him.
He sparks it, takes two hits, and passes it to me. My drags are much shallower. Based on the smell and how colorful the bud was, he’s got the good shit. It’s been a while, but I know quality weed when I see it. I'm pacing myself.
After easing into it, my shoulders relax. Time to get the elephant out of the room.
“So . . . Piercings, huh?”
He looks down and laughs. “Yeah.”
So many questions roll around in my head. “Did they hurt?”
“A little pain once is worth a lot of pleasure later.” He winks.
“Looked like the pain was more thanonce.” There were at least five bars.
“It’s not only me who benefits from them.”
“You’re such a whore,” I say, chuckling and shaking my head. “Does it really make that big of a difference?”
“Want to find out?” he asks, raising his brows.
He looks away and takes another hit. It was a joke, but it’s hard not to let my imagination run wild. He probably knows what he’s doing. He’s experienced, packing heat, and then there’s the piercings...
I’m surprised I didn’t see a sticker on his dick earlier that readWARNING: ADVANCED COCK. NOT FOR BEGINNERS. FUCK AT YOUR OWN RISK.
It might be nice. It’s been so long since I’ve had good sex.Have I ever had good sex?
