My hand reaches for my forehead. This has been one hell of a weird night. “I don’t know. I think we may have gotten a bit carried away, but I think it’s best if you go.”
He drops his head and that’s when we both notice the tent in his pants. He half laughs while adjusting himself.
“You know what? I think you’re right. I don’t have time to play games with little girls.” He gives me a circling salute, which almost reminds me of the you’re crazy gesture. “Have a goodnight, Samantha.”
His exit is hasty and the door slams making me wince. Games? I wasn’t playing any games. Things just moved so fast I didn’t have time to react until it was too late. I need lessons on how to deal with men. Why don’t they have classes for this somewhere? Fuck!
This night certainly turned into a disaster of epic proportions. The first thing that calls to me is the shower. Washing away the touch of Ben Rhoades might help me with the second, which is sleep. Maybe I can dream away tonight.
I crawl into my bed and curl up into a tight ball, trying not to relive the awkward night. But it’s impossible as thoughts of Ben making me come as hard as I ever have keep playing in my mind like a video stuck on replay. At one point I find myself so completely turned on I almost have to take things into my own hands. The only thing that stops me is I know if I do, all I’ll think of is that messy-haired gray-eyed devil. And he’s the one I’m trying my damnedest to forget.
“Ugh,” I groan, pulling the covers over my head. He’s cursed me for life. Even Trevor didn’t spell me up like this. I never had the feels for him this much and the sex didn’t come close. Fiddle-fucking-tastic fingers, I can’t imagine what a whole night of Ben Rhoades would be like. Probably couldn’t walk the next day. Well, no worries on that one. I’m sure I’ve blown any chance of ever seeing him again.
Shoving the covers off, I climb out of my haven and march into the kitchen for a glass of milk. It’s two thirty in the morning and I’m exhausted with no chance of sleep in sight. The glass is now empty and I stare at the bottom of it. About four feet away is the wall my hands were pressed against only a few hours ago as I moaned out my pleasure in the form of one hell of an orgasm.
Stop, Sam. This is getting you nowhere, other than obsessing about BenSex!
“What are you doing up?”
Lauren’s voice scares the hell out of me and I let out a scream.
“What the hell, Sam?”
“You scared me.”
“I thought you heard me come home. Sorry.”
“No, I didn’t hear you. I couldn’t sleep so I got up to drink some milk.”
“Why can’t you sleep and how was the date?”
Those are questions I don’t want to answer. But she’ll wheedle the answers out of me so I might as well get it over with. “Trevor is a jerk and so is Ben.”
“Wait, what?”
“Are you drunk?” I ask her.
“Only a little.”
“Sit. This is gonna take a while.”
After I finish with Sam’s saga, she sits there with her jaw sagging. “That’s all so fucked up I don’t even know where to start.”
“Thank you.”
Then she gets that sinister look in her eye. “So, he got you off, huh?”
I hit her with pillow. “Is that all you can think of?”
“Admit it. Isn’t that all you’re thinking of?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t know anything about him.”
Her eyes resemble a flying squirrel’s. “Where did he do it?”
I point to the far wall. “There.”
I can see the muscles move as she swallows. “Holy hell. That’s hot.”
“Yeah. Why do you think I can’t sleep?”
“What about your rabbit?”
“I thought about it, but weirdly enough, I keep having this vision of dark messy hair, a set of gray eyes, with my legs draped over his shoulders servicing my lady garden in the produce section at Whole Foods. No thanks. I’m trying to get all that out of my head.”
“Jesus, Sam. You really are a sick person. Do you think he’ll call again?”
An awful sounding laugh bursts out of me and then it morphs into a case of ugly tears. And boy, do they ever flow. I don’t consider myself a crying sort. In fact, the last time I cried was when I caught Trevor slurping up that chick’s tongue. I’m not sure why I’m crying now, other than I think I’ve just overdosed on too much shit for Sam to take in one night.
Lauren throws her arms around me and shoulders my tears. “Aww, it’s gonna be all right, Sammy girl. Trevor is an asshole and we need to figure this thing out with Ben.”
I raise my head from the refuge of her body and say, “But that’s the point. All I seem to get are assholes. What is it with me? Why can’t I attract a decent guy? Someone who genuinely cares about me and not my vagina, for once?”
“Gee, just think about it. You must have one kick ass vagina. Be proud of that thing!” she says.
“I’m serious!”
“I know, sweets. He’s out there. I know he is. And when you find him, he’ll be the most awesome guy in the universe.”