Page 12 of Are You Gonna Run?
Cocky, but completely accurate. “I once went bowling with a guy on a first date. We played three games, and I beat him twice but he beat me by quite a bit the third time. He went back to the guy working behind the counter and asked him to add our scores up from all three games so he could prove he won overall, and then when we went to dinner, he called his mom while we were waiting for appetizers and told her he liked me well enough but I was a terrible bowler. He then tried to stick his tongue down my throat in his car and called me a cunt when I wouldn’t let him come home with me.”
“Wow, that’s bad. I don’t know what I expected, but I can see why you hate Tinder. I’m glad you didn’t let him come home with you, I’m sure he would have just disappointed you in bed too.”
Or worse, but hey. We don’t need to go there right now.
“Yeah. I had a lot of dates like that. It became a lot easier to just skip the dating part, get what I need and move on with my life.”
“That’s fair.” He tugs my head back by my hair so he can meet my eyes. “Did I give you what you needed?”
Taking a deep breath, I answer honestly. “Yes, and you also gave me something I didn’t even know I wanted. So thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I didn’t know either, so we discovered it together. I didn’t hurt you, right?”
“You’re a little bigger than what I’m used to, but no, Eris.” I kiss him softly. “You didn’t hurt me. But it’s your turn to spill some secrets — why only fuckbuddies?”
Licking his lips, he leans in quickly to kiss me a little deeper. “I guess I’m lazy?” He chuckles. “If we get along and the sex is fine, why not hookup again? There wasone that was so bad, I almost didn’t respond when she reached out again, but I figured I’d give her another shot in case it was an off day. It was just as bad that time too, so I guess I’ve had a two night stand if that counts for anything. As for a relationship, I just haven’t clicked with someone on that level yet.”
We click pretty well, but I choose not to point that out. He’s hot, fun, and the sex is fantastic, it just doesn’t change the fact that I’m a twenty-one year old with her own house and business and that doesn’t come easily. I need to stay focused if I want to keep what I have, and men complicate that.
“I understand.” Sitting up, I glance back down at him and decide it’s better to pull the plug now than to let either of us get too comfortable. “I had a really good time tonight, Eris. Maybe one day I’ll call you for a repeat so we don’t break your streak.”
“Maybe, huh?” He sits up too, then pushes me onto my back so he can loom over me. “How about you let me tuck you into bed and we worry about date number two later on? Date number one doesn’t have to be over.”
Shit. I want to tell him to leave, but I know myself. The moment he walks out that door, I’ll never talk to him again. I’ll find excuses, block his number, ignore him. It’s just who I am. “If you’re tucking me into bed, that sounds like the end.”
“Well, it won’t be.” There’s so much promise in his words my brain struggles to follow the meaning. “I’m not done with you, but you need a nap after what we just did. Say yes.”
I open my mouth to say no, but why? I want this. He wants this. A few more hours won’t hurt, right? “Yes.”
Smirking, he pulls himself away to start undressing me, eyes scanning every inch of me he exposes. “What do you usually sleep in?”
“Panties and a tank top unless it’s cold in here, but it seems pretty warm right now.” Licking my lips, I move with him until I’m completely naked and laugh as he starts going through my drawers. “Top one.”
He picks a pair of purple booty shorts and a white tank top that’s a size too small. I let him dress me, then watch him as he begins to strip down to his briefs. As he folds everything up, I catch a brief peak ofthe only tattoo on his body. I’m pretty sure it’s a grayscale three-headed dragon that takes up most of his back, but it’s hard to tell before he clicks off the lights and climbs in.
It’s weird as hell having a man in my bed I don’t think I’ll be fucking right away. Almost... intimate. “And now we nap, huh?”
“Yup. That wasn’t a euphemism, believe it or not.” He kisses my head and settles onto his back. “We’ll see how long I last though.”
“Last? What do you mean?”
Slowly, he reaches for my hand and then presses it down on his hard cock. “Get some sleep, Rowyn. You’ll need it.”
My stomach flips wildly, but I can’t say I’m disappointed at all. This man could do whatever the hell he wanted to me and I’d say thank you after — so for now, I kiss him slowly, teasingly, then close my eyes with a soft hum.
“Mmhm. Goodnight, Eris. I guess I’ll see you when you can’t take it anymore.”
And hopefully for me, that’s sooner rather than later.
Seven: Just the Tip
Eris
Exhaustion from the day is an afterthought right now. My body is wide awake, calling out to the sleeping woman next to me, and she doesn’t seem to hear it. I know she was hesitant about letting me stay, but something tells me she’ll like what I want to do to her.
She was adorably tired after our graveyard fun, and I couldn’t find it in me to keep her awake just because I already had a hard-on for her. I’ll probably always be hard for her. Right now as she lays here with her mouth slightly open taking even breaths, my cock aches to be inside of her again.
Every time I think about the fact that I came inside of her tonight, I have to hold myself back from doing it again. I really,reallyshould have pulled out of her back there — or better yet, I should have worn the condom I have in my wallet, but I wasn’t thinking.
