I toss the bag on top of the dresser.
My breaths come hurried, air moving in and out of my lungs with desperation. I probably look psychotic.
Maybe he won’t notice? He’s not that perceptive, is he?
“Mm.” Joey lays out on the bed, tucking his hands behind his head and crossing his bare feet at the ankles.
He looks positively delighted.
He noticed.
“Interesting. So you and Mason have inside jokes already? After only knowing each other for five days and one earth-shattering orgasm? Seems a bit fast, don’t you think?”
I roll my eyes, sliding one earring through my ear and moving on to the next.
Earth-shattering? I never said it was earth-shattering.
It was so fucking earth-shattering.
I could ride that man’s long, thick fingers every day and twice on Sundays.
“Do you want to keep him, Brooke?”
My head whips right. Keep him? Is that what he just said?
“Are you high right now? Do we have weed in this condo I’m not aware of?” I step closer, my voice lowering as my eyes shift around the room. “No, seriously, do we? I could really use some.”
A few hits would surely mellow me out a little.
Of course, if I knew what to expect tonight, I wouldn’t be so wound up and wired. Sex doesn’t make me nervous. I own that shit. I can work it in my sleep if I have to. But dinner and the unknown with a man who would rather talk than fuck?
What am I supposed to do with that? How am I supposed to prepare for that?
Joey laughs under his breath. “When was your last actual boyfriend, Brooke? College?”
“High school,” I answer, picking at my thumb nail. “I played the field in college. Literally. I think I was one defender short of bedding the entire lacrosse team.”
Joey punches his fist into the air. “Go Blue Demons.”
“Why?” I stick my hand on my hip. Joey trains his eyes on the ceiling, obviously avoiding.
“Mason isn’t my boyfriend, Joey. I’m not in a relationship with this guy.”
He wiggles his body, settling between two pillows. “Then what are you doing spending time with him?”
“Hello!” I slap my thigh.
What, has he suddenly been living under a rock? He knows exactly why.
“I’m trying to have sex with him! In order to do that, I have to talk to the guy a little. Share some personal shit. Build a friendship. Then, and my God, will this be so worth it, I get to feast on that glorious appendage I’m actually concerned might not fit inside me.”
“Shut up,” Joey spits, grimacing. “How many dicks have you had? There’s no way you aren’t well prepared for a third leg.”
“Joey.”
I hold my hands out, measuring a very, very impressive distance between the two.
My mind becomes flooded with flashbacks, images of Mason working that gorgeous piece of flesh behind a curtain of water and steam.
He was so raw in that moment. Stripped down to the point of depravity as he sought his release. As he pursued it with urgency. Beautiful. God, he was beautiful standing there, the muscles of his back and shoulder working simultaneously. His head bowed as he slowly unraveled. The sound of skin moving over skin.
I wanted to watch him come.
I wanted to feel him come.
I still do. Now, maybe even more. I’m like a child who has been told they can’t have any candy.
Fuck that. I want that candy.
In my mouth.
Joey slowly sits up, mouth falling open, drool pooling on his tongue. He looks from my hands to my face, back to my hands again.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I would never.”
“He’s that big? How is he walking?”
My phone beeps on the dresser. I shrug, turning around and padding across the room.
“How the hell do I know how you boys manage to tuck and move?” I ask, swiping the phone and staring at the unknown number glowing on my screen.