Ineedtogetlaid.
That was my thought when I woke up Sunday morning after having a very vivid, very imaginary, sex dream about Kane fucking Moretti. His face was in my lap, making all my dreams come true.
I turned over and realized I slept all night on Kane’s couch in his private living room. Even drunk, I avoided going home at all costs.
The memories from the night before started coming back. Once we got to Kane’s house, Theo got his second wind and made us stay up playing cards so he could practice for tonight’sguys onlypoker tournament. I smoked them both, of course. Even being a little tipsy, I won round after round and they both ended up forking over all the cash in their wallets and a few hundred via Venmo.
I smelled coffee–thank fuck–which meant I probably had an audience as I moaned and groaned myself awake.
“Morning,” a chipper voice said from behind me.
I grunted in response and pulled a throw blanket over my head. I wasn’t a morning person, especially when IknewI was on the precipice of an orgasm, only to have it ripped away by gaining consciousness.
“You sounded like you were having a good time until you woke up.”
I ripped the blanket off my face and rolled over, glaring at his smug grin. Kane sat on the coffee table next to me, sipping his coffee with a knowing look. He held out a second mug of steamy goodness for me.
I sat up and took it, unable to resist my dark friend. “That’s what happens when I go too long without dick. Sorry,” I smiled before taking a sip.
“Sounds like you need to remedy that.”
I choked, coughing and trying not to spill on myself. My cheeks burned–and not from the coffee. “I will. Eventually.”
The sun had barely risen, yet Kane was wide-eyed and dressed for the day. Ugh, morning people.
I was wearing one of Kane’s shirts–something old and soft–and I had no intention of giving it back to him. Ever. I inhaled the steam from my mug and tucked my legs under the throw blanket. “So…”
“About that deal,” Kane began, his eyes drifting down my body, making me break out in goosebumps.
“Now? I haven’t even finished my coffee. Or brushed my teeth. I’m barely awake.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Then what?” I narrowed my eyes as his lips tugged downward.
“I’ve been thinking about it…”
“Okay?”
“When we made the deal, it was before I knew about what was going on.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Okay.” I tried and failed to stifle a laugh.
“What?”
“You are such a pussy. I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before.”
“Huh?” Kane asked, dumbfounded.
“I can’t believe you,” I huffed. I jumped off the couch and headed for the stairwell that led to the second floor of the house.
Kane caught up to me quickly, grabbing my arm and spinning me around, spilling my coffee in the process. “Wait, what just happened? You’re pissed at me?”
“I amso sickof you acting like you’re my savior. I hate to break the news to you, but there’s no one that can save me. No. One. If this makes you feel better, then fine, the deal’s off.”