Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,36

the ones that did were always in use. I preferred the Laundromat, anyway, since I could use multiple machines and get it done all at once.

While I waited for my clothes to finish, I played games on my phone, scrolled the Internet, and tried to watch the game show on the TV that hung in the corner. Anything but text Stellan. I really wanted to, but I had to make sure I had zero regrets. It was one thing to be adamant I wouldn’t have them when I was high on lust and intoxicating kisses, but it was different when my mind was clear.

Being with him would change everything I thought I knew about myself. And while I was someone who didn’t care for labels, I still had no idea what being into him meant. Was I bisexual? I tried to rack my brain, thinking of any time I was into a man, and I couldn’t think of one. Only Stellan brought out those emotions in me.

But as I sat there, pondering everything that was going on, I knew that wasn’t exactly true. Stellan wasn’t the first man who made me confused, but he was definitely the first one I wanted to go all the way with.

Even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself at the time, the feelings I had for a guy named Lonnie were more than just friendly. I noticed way too much about him: the way the sunlight glinted off his blond hair, the way his eyes lit up with excitement, and how the happy he made me feel. I’d definitely had a crush on him, but I never acted on them. I chalked my confusion up to typical teenage hormones and tried to forget all about my confusion. Lonnie had only been a good friend during those school years, and he was one of the guys I’d lost contact with once we graduated. And aside from him, I’d never felt that way about another man, until I met Stellan.

I knew I could’ve messaged my friend, Liam, to ask him how he knew he was gay, but I wasn’t ready to answer the barrage of questions that’d come along with that conversation. Not until I knew exactly what it was that Stellan and I were doing. And while I sat there in the Laundromat while those thoughts ran rampant in my brain, the regret of kissing Stellan never came. In fact, the longer I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it again. And other things…

My body shivered involuntarily at the reminder of what it felt like to have his hands on me, and I was anxious for my clothes to finish so I could get them home before I embarrassed myself at the Laundromat. Rather than thinking about Stellan and what he tasted like or how strong his hands were, I looked up weather reports to calm my overactive libido.

After getting my laundry home and put away, I decided enough time had passed. I’d given the regret an adequate amount of time to make its presence known. Rather than showing, it stayed far, far away, as if I’d doused myself in some sort of regret repellant. I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent him the text, hoping he wasn’t the one who’d changed his mind. Once the invitation came across my screen, I raced around changing into nicer clothing and making sure my hair wasn’t a mess. Then I nearly broke all street laws to speed to his house and was greeted by warm lips and a seeking tongue.

Thank God, he still wanted this, too.

“What do you like on your pizza?” Stellan asked after I brazenly stroked my hand up his thigh.

“Pepperoni,” I told him, brushing my finger against his cock again.

“Anything else?” he rasped.

“Sausage.”

I tried to keep my tone suggestive but was worried I was coming across like an idiot. Seduction and flirting didn’t come easily to me. Jennifer, and even other relationships, were the ones to initiate anything with me, so I learned to take my cues from them. Stellan was harder to read, so I wasn’t sure what was okay and what wasn’t.

He shifted in his seat, the movement causing my entire hand to graze the bulge in his pants, and the low moan I released mingled with his.

“You like meat, huh?” he asked hoarsely.

Something told me he wasn’t talking about pepperoni or sausage. “I’m starting to become a big fan of it,” I told him