On The Rocks

“So… is this just sex?”


“No,” he says quietly. “I told you the other night this was special. You know that, right?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I look down at the floor, not willing to let him look in my eyes, in case he sees that it was more than special to me. That would make me too vulnerable.

“At the risk of sounding too much like a girl,” he continues, “I need to tell you that the other day… making love to you, fucking you… whatever you want to call it, was different for me. So that makes it special. So that makes it more than ‘just sex’.”

I look back up at him because his words are encouraging. “Yes. It was special.”

He grins at me, complete relief awash in that smile. “So… that means we can keep doing it?”

“Sex?” I ask, not sure exactly what he wants to keep doing.

Hunter throws his head back and laughs, then pulls me into a hug. He rocks me back and forth, still chuckling. “Yes, Gabs. Sex, fucking, making love, getting you off, getting me off. I don’t care what we call it, but I want to keep seeing you.”

“Seeing me?” I ask again, I’m sure sounding like an idiot.

He pulls back and looks at me suspiciously. “Are you drunk or something? You’re usually not this slow.”

I can’t help the giggle that escapes, but then I make sure he understands me next when I say, “I don’t want anyone to know.”

He flinches slightly, and his eyebrows scrunch inward with confusion. “Why not?”

“It’s just so awkward right now… trying to figure out what we have. I’d rather not have the glaring spotlight on us as we try to make sense of this. Just having to deal with the barrage of questions we’d get from our friends and family gives me the wiggins.”

I punctuate my statement by shivering.

Hunter stares at me a moment, and then asks, “The wiggins?”

“Totally the wiggins,” I affirm.

“Okay… while I don’t relish the idea of keeping this a secret from our families, because fuck knows it’s going to be hard to keep my hands off you, we’ll take this slow and see where it leads before we go public.”

My breath comes out in a massive rush. I didn’t realize how important the secrecy was to me until he agreed. “Great. Thank you.”

He nods, taking my hand and leading me over to a seat opposite his desk. He sits down in the other chair and turns it toward me. “We need to have a serious talk.”

I blink in surprise, because I thought we just had our serious talk. “Okay.”

“First… have dinner with me tonight at my house?”

“Um… sure?” I say as if it’s a question, not a statement, because it’s sort of weird the way he’s asking as part of a ‘serious’ talk. I’m confused.

“Great. Second… are you on the pill?”

“What?” I ask loudly, totally not prepared for that question.

“Daft,” Hunter mutters, and then he asks again. “The pill? Are you on it?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because I want to fuck you right now, and I don’t have a damn condom on me. Plus, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you against me.”

This conversation is strange, yet his words excite me because they are laced with urgency and need. I have to admit, the minute he asked me to come over for dinner tonight, I was already calculating the hours until he’d be inside me again. And now… it appears it may just be minutes.