The door clicks shut with my decision and the sweet lips that press against mine confirm my choice. I only wish I didn’t feel such a fool.
I am a fool. An idiot. A selfish fucking prick. Never in my life have I felt like a bigger asshole. Actually, not true. I felt like a bigger ass when I fucked Andi Swanson in the back of her dad’s Camry one night, and pounded her twin sister doggy style under the bleachers the next day at school. But that was eleventh grade, and now I’m a twenty-seven-year-old man.
Still behaving no better than a teen.
Cora’s head rests against my naked chest, her own heartbeat still racing as does mine from our orgasm filled fuck fest. Only she’s clueless that while I closed my eyes repeatedly during sex, I was picturing the woman across the hall. Pretending it was her legs I licked between until she was a mess of cursing, quivering bliss. Imagining red lips were moving against my own. That they wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down until I came.
Ass. I’m the biggest ass.
“Trent ...” Cora’s fingertips play over the ink of my tatts.
“Yeah, babe?”
“You really like her, don’t you?” She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest to meet my surprised stare. Her lips widen in a soft smile. Inviting. Warm. Like everything about her.
I’m certain with anyone else I’d lie, deny the accusation, but this is Cora, and she’s not so much accusing as amused.
“You mean Lexi?”
She laughs, hard this time, and buries her head under her long locks before flipping them over her shoulder. “Who the hell else would I mean?”
See. I’m an asshole.
“That obvious? God, I’m sorry Cora.” I groan and run my hand through my hair, tucking it back from where it always falls forward.
“Why are you sorry? It’s great. She’s perfect for you. I’m jealous you’ve found that.” She slaps my belly playfully and stands up, completely naked, and retrieves her clothes strewn about the room.
“It doesn’t make you upset. Since we just ...”
She turns and tilts her head. “Fucked? No. When we hook up, that’s all I expect from you.”
“Ouch, that kinda stings.” I sit up and lean against the headboard, rubbing at my chest with a smile.
She laughs again as she pulls on her clothes. “Now you know how half the female population feels.”
“You really think she’s good for me?”
“You don’t?”
I consider her question. It’s not that I don’t agree that Lexi’s good, I do. But she’d never waste her time with someone like me. “She’s too good. I don’t deserve that.”
“Don’t put yourself down like that. Insecurity is not an attractive quality on you.” Cora glances in the mirror, finger combing her hair so it’s presentable.
Our conversation is steering into deep, uncharted waters, so I make a joke. “You like it cocky? Don’t you, dirty girl?”
She glances back, grabs her clutch off the table, and her hands go to her hips as her lips pull into that award winning smile. “You know I do. But now that you mention it, maybe you should work on humility.”
Fuck, if she’s not spot on. I’m nowhere near worthy of Lexi’s affection. I blow out a breath and rub my hands over my face. “I have a lot to work on for a chance with someone like her. For more than just a hookup.”
Cora lifts her eyebrows. “So, do the work. Unless she’s not worth it.”
“Damn it, Cora. You’re fucking perfect and smart as shit.”
“Yeah, I know.” She winks, sliding her feet into her shoes. “Alrighty, mister. I’m out. Catch you next time.” She blows me a kiss and leaves before I can get out of the bed. Maybe I will see her again. But part of me hopes I won’t be available the next time. Even a bastard like me can hope.
