“Two robes,” Natalia added.
“Two massage tables,” they lamented together.
“You overreacted your way out of a romantic getaway, dummy,” Natalia pointed out before sipping her mimosa.
“Where he could have gotten to know you or whatever since that is your supposed beef.” Kalilah rolled her eyes with the statement.
“You could have spent the weekend in a sex bubble.” Natalia sighed.
Cayla body tingled at the thought. The things Dex did to her made her fall apart so completely, she’d forgotten her name for a moment. The pressure on her chest was heavy with the weight of her colossal mistake. She was a dummy.
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t point this out,” Kalilah announced while absently rubbing her protruding belly. “You missed mile-high-private-jet sex, hot-tub sex, one-with-nature sex, look-at-this-view sex, languid-I’m-so-relaxed-after-my-massage sex, night-out-on-the-town-sex…”
Cayla’s head was starting to swim with all the missed opportunities. Her body cried.
“Good-morning-sex,” Natalia added. “Not to mention, he’s an exemplary chef. You could have had great-food-naughty-kitchen sex…”
“OKAY! I get it. Stop.” Cayla frowned. “Do you think the twins…”
“They aren’t his type,” Natalia interrupted. “I’ve seen him turn down enough girls to know they’d be on that list.”
Kalilah agreed. “This, Lil’ Sis, was a warning.”
“Warning?”
“Or reminder. Depending on how you look at it,” Kalilah stated.
“Yup,” Natalia chimed in again. “The picture with the twins is meant to show you that if you don’t want him, another woman will.”
Kalilah leaned in. “I’m going to ask you what you asked me. How would you feel if Dex moved on to another woman?”
Cayla’s stomach dropped to her toes. She hated the idea. While she wasn’t sure what they were or what they could be, Cayla knew they weren’t finished. She hated to admit when she was wrong, but with Kalilah and Natalia being Team Dex, she knew this one was on her.
Chapter 14
The demo and the walk-through with the contractors was postponed until the following week. They had a project to finish for his dad, and Andrew Sinclair came first. His weekend was fun and relaxing, but he couldn’t shake the desire to have Cayla there. Even with their fight, he couldn’t help but think of all the places and times he could have had her if she would have just gotten on the plane.
His want was slowly turning into need. He’d taken a picture with the twins to aggravate her, but they were no better than Daniella – always looking for the next party and hook-up. They’d offered him a threesome. His sex starved body considered it for a split second. Dex declined. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t who he wanted to be. Now, if Cayla wanted a threesome, the subject could be rehashed. One of the twins even went so far as to kiss him. He’d let her linger for a moment. Dex needed to know if his body’s heated reaction to Cayla’s kisses was because of Cayla or the possibility of sex in general.
The moment Dex had his answer, he’d pushed her away. He had it bad. He only wanted Cayla. He’d pushed the thought aside for the rest of the weekend and enjoyed it for what it was. He wasn’t going to strategize on his mini-vacation. He’d opted to figure it out once he returned to Houston. Dex wanted Cayla to come to him. She needed to call the truce; he truly felt he was the one wronged in this issue.
The instant his feet had touched Houston soil, his attraction and desire for Cayla had turned all the way back up like he was a radio and she was his favorite tune. Being in the same city with her had made him hungry for her attention. He powered up his phone. Nothing. He’d had a restless Sunday night. When he’d finally drifted off, he’d had a series of dirty sex dreams about Cayla. Which is very easy since he knew exactly what she looked like hot and naked.
He didn’t remember them all, but the last one was of her riding him while wearing nothing but a black garter belt and thigh highs. Her hair was wild and falling in soft waves around her face and past her shoulders. Cayla moaned his name, her hazel eyes bright with desire, her full lips were swollen and glistening from his kisses. Her perfect tits bounced while she rode him harder, chasing the release she so desperately needed.
Dex had woken up sweaty and impossibly hard. He’d gotten up and changed his sheets. After he’d smoothed the fresh ones on his bed, he had thrown the sweaty ones in the wash. He’d thrown a smoothie together since he was still naked and jumped in the shower after finishing it. He didn’t have any plans for the day but didn’t have the desire to make any either. He ran through a leisurely version of his grooming routine including exfoliating his skin with the stuff Kalilah got him for Christmas. He never exfoliated, but why the hell not. An hour later, he was ridiculously clean, exfoliated, flossed, brushed, shaven, and still incredibly hard.
“Fuck!” he yelled to the house.
Still naked, he roamed back to his bedroom and stretched out on the bed. He looked down at his cock.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” Dex said to his erection.
He didn’t want to jerk off any more than his dick wanted him to touch it. He had to get the relief if he planned on getting dressed. Dex needed some extra motivation. He grabbed his wireless headphones and pulled up his playlist of female artists singing sexy songs. He had all genres, tempos, type of singers, and races of women. However, since he was plagued with thoughts of Cayla, he pulled up an artist she would most likely like. Dex scrolled through sexy songs from Janet, Ciara, Rihanna…
Beyoncé it is. He pulled up “Rocket” and fast forwarded it to almost five minutes into the song when she starts moaning and talking. He moaned to himself. His body tingled with anticipation. His hand roamed over his excited flesh as he started to pleasure himself. The stimulation from the music and the replaying dream was making this one of his most pleasurable solo sessions, but he slowed his movements. His skin prickled in a way that had nothing to do with his hand. Dex felt an awareness to the outside world that was crushing his lust bubble.
He was being watched. D