Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,41

experience in my past, but I shut that fucker up before it could utter a sound. I didn’t need that reminder, not right now when I was feeling so dejected.

Did the situation suck? Absolutely. But it was better it happened now before we went any further and I got too involved. Or my heart came into play. I was just about to step into my bedroom when a voice from behind stopped me.

“Stellan? What was that all about?”

My back stiffened at the soft hesitancy in his voice, and I slowly turned back around to face him. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his entire stance showed how on guard he was. Was he expecting me to lash out at him? To throw him out? Because neither one was going to happen, no matter how awkward this was.

“I already told you, I’m not going to apologize for what happened.”

“Why do you think I want you to apologize?” he asked.

I sighed and reached up to take my hair down before running my fingers through it. It was a gesture I did so often when I was stressed I was surprised I still had hair left on my head.

“You said as much.”

Foster’s eyes narrowed, and I could see him going through our previous exchange in his mind. Then he shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”

“Maybe not those words exactly, but ‘I can’t believe I did that’ is pretty much the same thing. Not to mention how embarrassed you looked.”

Foster’s jaw dropped before he uncrossed his arms and took a step closer to me. “You misunderstood me, Stellan.”

“I think I heard you loud and clear, Foster. Your words and body language made sure of that.”

“Yes, I was embarrassed, but not because of what you think.”

I clenched my jaw and stared over his shoulder. I was not in the mood to hear why he was embarrassed over what we did. I just wanted to get the evidence of his regrets off me and go the fuck to bed. The day had turned into a complete dumpster fire, rather than ending on a postorgasmic high.

“Then what was it?” I finally asked.

Foster blew out a breath as he took another step. “I meant, I was embarrassed over how fast I came, and that I did it in my pants. I hadn’t done that since I was a teenager, and now I’m a grown man. I should’ve had a better handle on it, but…you made that impossible.”

Relief washed over me with such force I almost sagged against the wall in relief. “So you don’t regret what we did?”

Foster’s eyes widened. “Not at all. Why would I? That was the most incredible thing I’d felt in a long time.”

“It was, huh?”

Foster nodded his head and gave me a smile. “I just wish it would’ve lasted a little longer, is all.”

A small part of me was still concerned of his uncertainty. “There’s always next time.”

“Is there going to be a next time?” he threw back at me.

“Do you want there to be?”

Foster didn’t hesitate with his response. “Of course I do.”

My blood rushed straight to my cock, causing it to stir in my pants. “Then as long as you want one, there will be. And as you can see,” I said gesturing toward my crotch, “you’re not the only one who made a mess.”

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Yeah, oh. Don’t ever be embarrassed by your response to me, Foster. I like seeing you come undone because of my touch.”

“You do?”

I reached out and cupped his cheek. “I do. And one day, when you’re ready, I’m going to show you what can happen once you finally let go and just feel.”

“How are you going to do that?” he asked softly.

I leaned down and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ll find out.”

“When?”

“When the time is right. But right now, we both need to clean up. I have a pair of shorts that are too small I’ll let you borrow.”

“Thank you.”

I wasn’t sure if he was thanking me for the pants, or for pausing long enough to listen to his explanation. Whatever it was, I was grateful he came to find me and forced me to understand.

After grabbing him the shorts, I quickly cleaned up in the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and changed into a pair of sweats. I hadn’t bothered putting on a T-shirt and when I walked into the living room, Foster took one look at me and his jaw nearly came unhinged.

“Y-your nipples are pierced.”

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