I hadn’t cried. He’s mistaken my flush from rinsing my face, but I don’t correct him.
“Drew was in a bad place after you… Anyway, you aren’t the bitch I thought you were. You could have called me all kinds of assholes out there. Instead, you took it. And that takes balls. They might be Drew’s that you’re holding.” He chuckles at his own joke. I say nothing. “All I ask is that you really consider what you’re doing. Guys have feelings too. He’s a good one. He deserves a good woman. If that’s you, well, all I ask is that you prove it.” He holds out his hand. “Deal?”
I could have been a jerk and left him hanging like he’d done me earlier. However, I want to be with Andy. Mitch is his friend and it would be better if we could at least get along. I take his hand. “Deal.”
Guys are strange. After our talk by the bathroom, Mitch sits down on the couch as if the last fifteen minutes hasn’t happened. Obviously knowing his way around, he’s made a plate of the Chinese food he brought and some of the Thai I ordered. I say nothing and watch the guys eat and drink with the game on after they ask if I would mind. How could I say no after being put in my place earlier?
Andy has my legs draped over his lap so my feet rest on the middle cushion between him and Mitch. My thighs become his plate as he eats.
While I struggle to chew the lukewarm food, they watch the hockey game take shape on the screen. Andy and Mitch banter about good and bad calls as I continue to force myself to swallow.
“You see that Cate? We’re going to pull a win out of this one.”
Mitch’s whole demeanor has changed. He grips my ankle as if we are the best of friends while his eyes remain on the screen. He squeezes before letting go and jumping to his feet as the buzzer sounds.
Andy looks so alive, his face serene. The contentment of having me and his friend over is clear in his expression. I like the look there, so I smile when he faces me. His eyes darken and I sense he’s forgotten about the game and wants to focus on me.
“You know where the other bedroom is,” Andy says as he stands up with me in his arms. “I’ve got rounds in the morning.”
“You have to work,” I say dumbly. Of course he does. Hospitals never close.
I’ve already received a text from the office emergency system letting me know the office will be closed tomorrow.
He glances down at me with a huge smile on his face. “Doctor’s work is never done. Why don’t we go play doctor?”
Mitch snickers. “I bet all that doctor play you did as a kid influenced your job choice.”
“I was good at it,” Andy says with a laugh and carries me into the bedroom.
He sets me down on my feet and his face is sober. “My office will most likely be closed. However, the hospital won’t. In fact, because I live closer, I might get called in.”
“Like you said, a doctor’s work is never done. But I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
His grin widens. “Great! You can sleep naked.”
He’s already working on the buttons of my blouse.
“Mitch is here,” I say playfully slapping at his hands.
“I locked the door and he’ll probably fall asleep on the couch. I don’t have a TV in the other bedroom. He’ll stay out there watching Sports Center most of the night.”
“Andy.”
“Cate,” he says taking my hand and placing it on the hard length of him though his pants.
“I don’t think I can knowing he’s out there.”
Andy groans and lets his head falls back on his shoulder.
The idea of me screaming with his friend in the other room is mortifying. “I do have a solution,” I say as I get to my knees and work his jeans down to his ankles.
I do my best to suck him to the moon and back with hollow cheeks and humming noises. I know I’m doing a good job when he begins to lose control. He fists my hair in his hands and starts to fuck my face. It’s so hot, I decide to use my free hand to work out the pressure that builds in me.
“Cate, baby, I’m coming.”
His release is hot and salty and I take pleasure in swallowing it as I hold in the noise from my own pleasure. He frees himself from my mouth and pulls me to stand up.
“Did you just get yourself off?”
His eyes are husky on mine. I nod.
“With this hand?” he asks as he takes my wrist.
I nod again.
He lifts my hand to his mouth and sucks my fingers.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
He then picks me up and I squeal not expecting it. He tosses me on the bed and I giggle as I land, which is so unlike me. He works my skirt and thong off before spreading my legs wide. He nestles there and gets me off another two times.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says before sliding his stiff cock into me. He makes love to me long and slow and I’ve forgotten all about Mitch.
We lay in bed wrapped up in each other as his hand strokes my hair. I finally broach the subject.
“So were you really that bad off when I left?”