my eyes, which he couldn’t see, but he probably knew I was doing it anyway. “Yeah, I bet you do. Guys always talk a big game but when the time comes to deliver, they can’t.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can walk the walk.” There was a fluttering below my waist that I tried to ignore. That lasted about five seconds.
“Come over. Right now.” The words were out of my mouth before I even knew I was saying them.
He paused before he said, “No.”
“No?”
“No. I’m not just some guy you can call for a fuck anytime you want. You called me for verbal distractions and you want physical ones in the same night? Sorry, sweetheart. You don’t always get what you want.”
I was about to say something, but the call cut off. He hung up on me. I hit redial right away. What the hell?
No answer.
I tried again.
No answer.
I texted him and got back a response a second later.
I’m going to bed. You probably should too. Get your beauty sleep. To be continued
I typed an angry response and then deleted it before typing something else.
Dot dot dot.
Stryker
It was only a matter of time before I got into bed with Katie again, and it was only a matter of time before we got caught. We were in the thick of it when Katie’s door opened and I head the gasp of surprise.
As expected, Lottie gave both of us a talking to. For a tiny girl, she sure knew how to make you feel like you were even shorter. Zan didn’t seem either surprised or upset, which led me to believe he’d known all along. I was an idiot to think I could put it past him. He noticed everything. I apologized and tried not to be a dick about it, but I knew that I was going to be on Lottie’s shit list for a little while.
After Lottie dragged Zan down to his room for the night, Katie dragged me back to her room.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” she said as she tried to put her clothes back on with shaking hands. “Now she’s going to hate me and Zack is going to find out. Shit, shit, shit!” She tried to get her panties on, but tripped, and I caught her.
“Here.” I pushed her onto the bed and got them over her feet and pulled them up for her, following them with her jeans.
“You don’t have to baby me,” she said, snatching her bra from the bedpost and putting it on.
“I’m not trying to. I was just trying to help.” I backed off and dressed myself. It never bothered me when Katie talked like that to me. I was pretty sure I was the only person who saw this side of her. To everyone else she was sweetness and light. I got the sarcastic side. But sarcasm was often tinged with truth. More so than niceness.
“I shouldn’t have done this. I should have done what they said and taken some time alone instead of fucking you a bunch of times. I always do this and it never ends up working out.”
“It’s fine, Katie. It doesn’t matter to me either way.”
She looked up from adjusting the buttons on her pink shirt. I’d become immune to the amount of pink she surrounded herself with. Somehow.
“It doesn’t matter?”
“No. This was never anything special. Just two people having sex.” I zipped my pants and did my belt. Getting caught had totally killed my buzz, at least for a moment.
“Then what was all that about your music and singing me that song? What the hell was that?”
I shrugged. We hadn’t had any more late night conversations, and I regretted that one. I’d let her get too close. I should have just come over and fucked her like she wanted and then she wouldn’t be looking at me like this. All sweet and hurt. “A verbal distraction, like you said. You said you needed something to distract you. I provided it. You’re welcome.”
She stood up, hands on hips. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Why, what did you think this was?”
“I don’t know,” she snapped. “Just go. I can deal with this by myself.”
“I told you that you don’t always get what you want, but you asked for this. You said sex with no strings. Don’t get mad at me for giving you what you asked for. If you want more, you have to tell me. I’m not a fucking mind reader.” I wasn’t sure if she even wanted more. I probably was