Page 65 of Shade
“How do younotknow this? You’re a freak.”
He shrugs.
I take a sip of my coffee and then reach for my hair tie on the counter next to the coffee pot tying my hair up. “It’s where the girl’s on top, reverse cowgirl, and then leans back against the guy’s chest and he hooks his hands behind her knees and then her neck.”
Do you see Tom’s face? The way his interest piques? He’s going to try this with someone. Either that or he’s completely confused on the logistics of it.
Tom’s eyes move to my neck, then dart to my face just as quickly. “Sounds like a game of twister.”
“Kinda is. But worth it. I came twice.”
Tom’s brow collapses and he glares. “Glad you had a good time.” And then he leaves, like I’ve pissed him off.
Strange.
I follow him out the doors, jogging to catch up with him. “Wait, I have to ask you something.”
He stops and turns toward me, pressing a shoulder into the wall. “What?”
Do you notice the way he won’t make eye contact now too?
“Have you ever pulled out?”
Now he looks at me, smirking. Sex always gets his attention. “Yeah. If she’s a ho, I pull out.”
Well fuck. Did Shade think I was a ho? Great. Awesome.
What the hell did I expect? I literally presented myself naked in his room. Of course he thought I was a ho.
NOT SURE WHAT else to do since Saturday is my usual day off and I don’t want to go home just yet, I make my way to Mila’s office since she’s back from her vacation today. She’s in there eating pancakes and staring at a picture of her and Caleb.
Everyone’s in love.
But me.
“How’d he seem?” Mila asks.
I don’t want to burst Mila’s bubble of happiness. Before Caleb, her life was a train wreck of men. She doesn’t need to worry about mine. I don’t even worry about mine half the time. Aside from the fact that Shade pulled out.ThatI’m fucking worried about.
“Fucked up, but whatever. It was still fun.” I wave my hand around and wink at her suggestively. “How was your weekend with the firefighter? He knock you up yet?”
Her tanned cheeks heat and she sets down her fork, smiling. “Maybe.” And then she gives a flick of her wrist to my girly bits. “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”
I shrug. He didn’t come inside me.
I leave that part out and think about the good parts of the night. The roughness of his touch, the demanding way he owned my body, and let’s not forget the many orgasms and bite marks. All worth forgiving him over pulling out, right?
Right.
“Fuckin’ right it was. It’s no wonder that motherfucker has an endless stream of women in his bed. Dude like that needs to share his gifts.”
I’m lying about the sharing. He only needs to share them with me.
She laughs. “I can’t believe you.”
Girl needs proof. I know damn well she’s curious about him. Who wouldn’t be? Mila may be in love now, but this is Shade we’re talking about. He’s the sexual fantasy of millions of women, and I guarantee she’s thought about him naked a time or two.
Or maybe it’s just me.
