“It was exactly what I needed. Something about breaking your Good Guy persona is a kink of mine.” She smirks, and if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get.
“Yeah, you’re somehow able to do that.” I smirk back.
“Look, I’ve said this won’t happen again too many times, so I won’t say it again. I know it’s probably a horrible idea, but I would like for it to happen again.” Hope blooms in my chest. I’ve waited so fucking long to hear this from her.
“I’d like that, too.” I don’t tell her to come home with me right now and stay with me until we have to leave for work on Monday. I don’t want to overwhelm her.
“It’s just sex, of course. You know I don’t do anything else. And I don’t want you to put your life on hold because of it, so feel free to continue dating as you did. If something gets more serious, we’ll call things off.” Just like that, the hope’s gone, replaced by a knot in my stomach.
Of course, she only wants sex. Never has she ever shown interest in anything more. I don’t know where the fear of commitment stems from, but it was stupid of me to think she’ll want to date me just because I’ve made her come a couple times.
“OK,” I say, not daring to ask will she also date in the meantime. Even though it’s not what I want, I’ll take what I can get.
Rina and Connor started as friends with benefits, and she was reluctant for anything else. Now look at them.
Kiara isthe last one still at BYC when we get back. Natalie slips into her office so she could sign the venue contracts. She gives me a small wave and a smile as I leave.
I never had a friend with benefits before. Meaning I have no idea how it works. Not sure if we go on dates. Or if we text. It’s a minefield.
I shoot a text to Connor, asking if he’s free for a beer. We agree to meet up in half an hour at a random bar halfway from the both of us.
Getting there first, I do my best to keep thoughts of Natalie’s lips wrapped around my cock to a minimum, but it’s just as hard as I expected (pun intended).
“What’s up?” Connor asks, as he slides into the booth across from me. I motion to the waitress to bring another beer.
“It happened again.”
“What happened?” He studies me suspiciously.
“Natalie and I.”
“Weren’t you at work?” He thanks the waitress for the beer and takes a big sip of it.
“No, we actually went to the gala venue to get the contract. And then we entered the coatroom and things happened.” He whistles. “Though it also happened at the office a few weeks ago.” He chokes on his beer, trying not to laugh.
“Look at you. Never thought you had a thing for public sex.”
“Neither did I.” I shrug.
“Good for you for finding things you obviously like.”
“That’s the thing. I’m not sure if it’s a thing I like, or if it’s her. I can’t imagine having public sex with any of my exes. But with her, I can’t imagine waiting long enough to get somewhere private. The need’s too strong.”
“I get it. Are you still pretending it won’t happen again?” he asks, placing the bottle back on the table.
“No, thank God. I guess we’re a friends with benefits type of thing now?”
“You guess?”
“No, I’m sure. But I have no idea what it entails. Why is she so damn scared of commitment?”
“No idea. Not even Rina knows if there’s a reason behind it. She was like that when the two of them met. As much as shecommits to her friends, romantic relationships are not on the menu for her.”
“Fuck, and you know my thoughts on casual sex.” Even without that, anything with Natalie can’t be casual to me.
“Maybe it’s a good thing for both of you, getting out of your comfort zones a bit. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot to you, but friends with benefits is pretty much a marriage to her. And I think you guys will be good for each other. But be careful. I love the girl, but when it comes to men, she’s a flight risk.”
“And how does it work? Do I take her on dates, or do we just have sex?” My voice lowers on the last part. I’m not open when it comes to sex or talking about it. Though, after what happened today, maybe I’m holding onto an image that doesn’t fit me anymore.
