“You need to get used to this.”
“Get used to what?”
“Us fuckin’ and puttin’ in time together after.”
She stared up at me. “Huh?”
“Jesus. This.” I squeezed her side, then feeling the need to elaborate ’cause I knew more questions were coming, I went on explaining, “’Cause unless I got work or shit I can’t put off until later, I’m hangin’ around, babe. Might just be to get some shut-eye with you. Might be to talk. Will absolutely be to fuck again, no question there. Only way this becomes a fuck and run is if one of us has commitments to get to. Also if we’re out somewhere and we both need to get it in. Straight up, not tryin’ to linger with you in some shitty bathroom or wherever the fuck. We can put the time in later.”
When I was done explaining how this was going to work, Tori stared up at me, somehow looking even more confused than she did a minute ago.
“Babe,” I prompted when she kept staring.
She blinked, snapping out of her staring haze. “Why?” she questioned softly.
“Why?”
“Yes. Why?”
I bent down, which caused Tori to smash her head against the pillow further, and still I kept moving in, only stopping when our noses almost touched.
“’Cause we both want it. We’re good together. And like I told you earlier today after you got finished fucking my mouth with your tongue, I’m done playin’ games with you,” I said, watching her eyes flicker wider. “Gave me your pussy, babe. Ate it. Fucked it. That’s been claimed. And yeah, I was helpin’ you out and doin’ what you asked, but no way was that the only reason for what we just did. Wasn’t for me and sure as fuck wasn’t for you. Now I gotta taste. I want more. Know you want more so don’t even try and lie your way outta this one. Bet’s over and we’re both hard up. That’s why.”
Tori pinched her lips together and inhaled a sharp breath. “Do you have any idea how crude you just sounded?” she asked, face hard.
“Sure you hated every second of it,” I shot back, sarcasm heavy as I leaned back to loom over her again.
She relaxed and those cheeks that were already still flushed heated more.
I smiled.
Tori’s eyes lowered to my mouth, then quickly rose again. “I never said I wanted more of what we just did,” she said, voice quiet and quick.
“Didn’t need to. Can still feel you goin’ tight around my cock, babe.”
Jesus. That was the fucking truth. Never felt anything like that.
Tori’s stomach tensed under my arm, which was still draped over her. Then she exhaled slowly and closed her eyes.
I watched this happen, assuming she was just thinking of something to say back to me, more bullshit, and doing this through a heavy blink, but seconds passed and she never reopened them.
“Babe.”
“Mm?”
“What’re you doin’?”
“Sleeping.”
My brow tightened. I waited for her to say more, to smile or to fucking look at me ’cause she must’ve been joking.
I kept waiting. Nothing.
“What the fuck?”
Tori tipped up her chin, keeping her eyes closed. “I’m done talking to you,” she said. “You’re not listening to me anyway, and everything you’re saying is either making me confused, uncomfortable, or not knowing what to think.”
“Uncomfortable?”
“Embarrassed,” she clarified, eyes opening and turning soft. “I know how I reacted to what you did to me. I was there, Jamie. You don’t need to rub it in my face.”
“Not rubbing it in your face, Legs. Just wantin’ you to admit you liked it as much as I did.”
“I liked it,” she shot out quickly. “Okay? Obviously. I came. And I appreciate you doing what you did for me. But it’s done. Meaning, we don’t need to keep doing it.”
“We absolutely need to keep doin’ it,” I returned.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t agree with you.”
“Yeah?”
“I really don’t.”
“You sayin’ if I show up here again tomorrow night, the next night, and the next, wantin’ more, you wouldn’t be down, and not only that, you’d tell me to fuck off?”
Tori swallowed. “If?” she asked quietly, sounding anxious.
My brow furrowed.
Seeing that happen, she nodded sharply and added with a flat tone, “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“You’re full of shit,” I laughed.
Her eyes flashed with anger and narrowed. “No, I’m not,” she hissed. “If you show up here again, ever, I’m telling you exactly that.”
“Right.”
“I’m serious, Jamie.”
“You’re seriously full of shit, Legs.”
She pushed to her elbows and got in my face. “And you’re seriously delusional if you think I’m believing anything you’re saying to me right now.”
My brows lifted.
Tori read that as a question and went on, keeping close to explain, “You say you want to put in time with me. That I’m safe to have expectations. What do you think, I’m stupid? I know exactly what this was to you, Jamie. And I will not be that girl waiting around and expecting things. Not from you. I will not be stupid.”
I listened to Tori, staring back and reading the seriousness in her eyes while seeing the fear she was trying to keep hidden. And I remembered her “if” from seconds ago and the worry she had in her voice, thinking I wouldn’t be showing up here again.