I stroked the flesh just below his waistband, running my fingers along the edge of the denim, knowing that he was primed and ready for action. He groaned.
“Caro, what are you doing to me?”
“Saying thank you for the sandwich,” I murmured against his stomach.
“You’re driving me crazy! How am I supposed to think about anything when you’ve got me like this?”
He gestured weakly towards his zipper.
“That’s the point,” I said, smiling against his chest. “You’re not supposed to think about anything.”
“It’s working,” he muttered, then ran his hands down my back, pulling me closer.
I wanted him very badly and I only had myself to blame. I wondered briefly if the storage closet at the country club’s locker room had a ‘vacancy’ sign on it. But he had work to do and I had room-shares to check out.
I ended our mutual torture, planting a loud kiss on his belly button, then snuggled into his shoulder, resting my head on his chest.
“When did you get to be such a bad girl?” he asked, stroking my hair.
“Oddly enough, around the time I met you,” I said sharply, digging my fingers into the ticklish spot around his waist.
“Okay, okay! I give in! Jeez, you play rough.”
“I got the distinct impression you like it rough,” I said, leaning up to look at him.
His anxious look was back immediately. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, Caro! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Of course not! And believe me, I enjoyed our illicit car sex just as much as you.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes! How many orgasms do I have to have for you to believe me?”
He smiled and looked smug. “Five is the record.”
“What?! You’ve been counting?”
He shrugged and looked a little embarrassed, as if he’d been caught out in a naughty secret, which he had.
“Can’t help it: it’s a guy thing.”
“You… you haven’t said anything to Ches, have you? Because if you have I wouldn’t be able to look at him…”
“Of course not!” He sounded angry. “I would never say anything to anyone about us. Ches knows as much as he needs to.”
“Has he said anything else?”
Sebastian sighed. “He’s worried, I guess, but he won’t tell anyone.”
I decided to let it drop. If he trusted Ches, well… there was nothing I could do about it one way or another.
“By the way, did Brenda find you again yesterday?”
He scowled. “That stupid bitch nearly got me fired.”
While I wasn’t sorry that Brenda was annoying him, I was shocked to hear him talk about his ex-girlfriend like that.
“Did she… er… try again after I left?”
He sighed. “Kind of, but…”
“But what?”
“I told her I was seeing someone and that there was no way I was getting back with her after…”
Now he had my complete and undivided attention.
“After what?”
“Nothing,” he mumbled.
I bit my tongue, determined not to press him if he didn’t want to talk. But, wonder of wonders, my silence seemed to have the opposite effect.
“Ches told me some stuff… after I broke up with Brenda, she started hanging out with some of the guys we used to surf with. She was… partying a lot.”
“Oh.”
From the expression on his face I guessed that was a euphemism for sleeping around. I could see Sebastian wasn’t impressed with that.
I sighed to myself. Men were so good at double standards: here he was, having an affair with a married woman, and he was dismissing his ex-girlfriend because she’d slept with other people after they’d split up. I knew he didn’t think of what we had as an affair, but that was just his insider view, and if he’d have asked Ches to tell it like it was, that’s exactly what his friend would have said.
I felt almost sorry for Brenda. Almost.
“You know, I just don’t see you two together. Was she always so… pneumatic?”
“Pneumatic?!”