“How could I not be good? Best. Sex. Ever.”
He laughs at that, and inches out of me. “Really?”
I exhale a contented breath and roll to my side. He slides in behind me, the big spoon to my little one. “Of course. How could it not be? I’m dreaming.”
3
Cason
What the ever loving fuck?
I just had the best sex of my life with Kinsley, and this whole time she thought she was dreaming? I hug her body to mine, her warm scent washing over me as her breathing slows, changes. As she falls asleep my brain zaps to life, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Okay, I came to this room expecting to find Emily, but the second Kinsley spoke, I knew it was her. I was ready to scream “abort” and run for the hills, until she wrapped her arms around me and devoured my mouth with hers, letting me know exactly how she wanted to play this mistake out. Although it sure didn’t feel like a mistake.
Still, it was, and the right thing would have been to put a stop to it, but her body was so goddamn warm, and lush, and I’m just a simple man at heart—driven by baser needs. When she wrapped her legs around me, there wasn’t a single man on the face of this earth with enough willpower to walk away from that.
Am I right, or am I right?
But what I’m supposed to do next is beyond me. I don’t normally do sleepovers, but this is Kinsley I’m holding. My good friend, Kinsley—who was in some semi-sleep state while we had the most incredible, mind blowing sex in the dark of the night.
Do I stay?
Do I bail?
Do I pretend this never happened and we laugh it off come morning? Oh, yeah, how funny would this be: Hey Kins, I came in here to fuck Emily, but found you instead, and you know me, any warm body will do.
I hardly think she’d find that laughable. I certainly don’t.
Jesus. I don’t want her to think she was nothing more than a warm body for me—that’s fucking demeaning and wrong. I have a reputation sure, but I don’t for one second want her to think none of this meant anything. The honest to God’s truth is she was my first choice, but I walked away from that because of our friendship.
Which now could be in jeopardy. Could be? No, it definitely is.
Way to screw things up, dude.
I briefly close my eyes, as her soft breathing sounds do little to relax me. We’re obviously going to have to talk about this mistake, but I’m not so sure I should be here when she wakes up. That might just make things all that much more awkward. I inch away, and instantly miss her heat. Odd, considering I’m the guy who’s quick to bail. I move around in the dark, and stub my toes on the corner of the bed.
Fuuuuuuck.
I hop around like a frog jacked up on Red Bull and clench down on my jaw to stifle a barrage of curse words. She moans in her sleep and with my foot in my hand, I stop bouncing around. I stand perfectly still as I wait for her to settle. She finally goes quiet and I gather my clothes. I hurry into them and do one last check in the dark to see if I left any traces of our night behind, but can’t make out a goddamn thing.
I open the door as quietly as possible, and it clicks shut behind me. Bending forward, I brace my hands on my knees, and suck in a few deep breaths. Voices sound in the distance, and I straighten to my full height. Since I’m completely worked up, I can’t imagine I’ll get any sleep tonight.
I head down to the casino and grab a drink at the bar. A cute blonde settles herself on
the stool beside me.
“Hi Cason.”
“Hey,” I say, and swirl the whiskey in my cup.
“I’m such a huge fan.”
I cast her a smile. “Nice, thanks,” I say and take a big drink of my whiskey. I welcome the burn down my throat, as I think about the mess I’ve gotten myself into.
“Would you mind autographing something for me?”
Any other time, I might have considered taking the blonde to bed, but now, I’m too fucked over and need to get my head on straight before I make any more mistakes tonight.