Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
It’s silent a moment, then he hesitantly asks, “And birth control?”
“I’m good,” I assure him, my arms coming up over his for my own squeeze of reassurance. “I’m on the pill.”
His exhale is lusty with relief. “Thank fuck.”
The tension leaves my body and I lean back into him for a moment. “Thank fuck is right.”
We stay that way, silent as we contemplate what just happened. And then it becomes awkward so I wiggle a bit to dislodge his arms from me and he steps back from the couch.
I feel the rush of his semen run down the insides of my thighs. “I’ll be back,” I say, pausing to scoop up my bra and panties before heading into the guest bathroom.
After I clean up, I slip into those bare essentials and return to the living room. To my relief, Bain is almost fully dressed, not that he had to do much other than zip up his pants and put his sweater back on.
I had thought he might want to stay the night and that’s a hard pass for me. I’ve found over the last few years that if you remove that intimacy—of actually sharing a bed to sleep—you avoid the rapport that develops through conversation the next morning. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I don’t do relationships, and apparently, he doesn’t either. I’m grateful for it.
Bain smiles and throws a thumb at the door. “I called an Uber. There’s one close by that’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“Probably the same one that dropped us off.” I bend to nab my jeans and sweater but don’t bother putting them on. I’m going straight to bed after Bain leaves.
“We weren’t that fast. I know that seemed like a whirlwind, but we both had some staying power.”
“Yeah,” I reply softly, almost dreamily. That was some amazing sex.
More than amazing. I connected with Bain in a way that’s unknown to me and I can’t figure out why. I hardly know anything about him, other than he’s cute and charming.
Maybe it’s just that he’s a sexual powerhouse. I usually hate men trying to control me or thinking I can’t fend for myself or make my own decisions, but tonight I very much enjoyed how Bain decided this would go down once we crossed the threshold.
Interesting.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Bain says as he glances at his phone, presumably the Uber app to check on his driver.
I’m jolted from my introspection, my eyes going to his. I shake my head as if it wasn’t important but then figure he can handle my truth because I think it’s his as well. “I was thinking that sex with you was kind of fantastic and also that I’m relieved you’re not staying.”
Bain laughs and moves to me. His hand goes around the back of my neck and he kisses me on the top of my head. “I had a great time too. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Yeah… maybe,” I concede, although if he grabbed me right now and threw me back down on the couch for another round, I wouldn’t object.
“Let me get your number,” Bain says as he taps his phone screen.
“Why?” I ask, my tone defensive.
“Relax,” he croons with a chastising look. “I want to text you the test results.”
Embarrassment hits hard and I flush. “Oh, sorry.”
I give him my number and he enters it into his phone. His gaze lifts and he smiles mischievously. “I promise I won’t call just to talk or check in.”
I give a mock shudder. “Thank God.”
“Most definitely won’t use it to ask you out or anything.”
My face scrunches up with exaggeration. “I certainly hope not.”
“In fact,” he says dramatically, walking backward to my door, “I’ll just text a single word to you… positive or negative.”
“If it’s positive, I’m going to be pissed,” I warn, following him to the door so I can lock up behind him.
Chuckling, he once again pulls me to him with his big hand behind my neck and this time, his kiss is on my lips. A soft brush of farewell. “You have nothing to worry about, just as I know I have nothing to worry about.”
When he pulls away, I ignore the forlorn feeling that he’s leaving. “I’ll text you back my results.”
Bain winks and walks out the door. There isn’t a backward glance and I don’t linger to watch him. I close the door, lock it and set my security code.
CHAPTER 5
Bain
Glancing at my watch, I sigh with frustration as I slump further down onto my couch. Only five minutes since I last checked, making it close to nine p.m. My eyes are glued to the television as I watch a much-anticipated game between the Carolina Cold Fury and my former team, the Arizona Vengeance.
“It’s been an intense matchup so far,” one of the sports announcers says.