it for everything. She doesn’t need to feel nervous or embarrassed or weird. This is still us, and regardless of what happened, we’re still friends. “Let me get dressed and I’ll take you home on my way to work.”
“I can just walk,” she says, stepping around me to grab her shoes.
Shaking my head, I bite down on my lip and growl. “Tempest.” As I pinch the bridge of my nose and turn to face her, she’s leaning down slipping her shoes on and not looking at me. “Look at me… please.”
Finally, she tilts her head back up and I walk toward her. Grabbing my shorts, I slip them on, letting them hang at my waist, but at least my cock is covered, and I can have this conversation without my balls hanging out.
“Don’t do this, okay?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her to stand between my legs. “I know you’re overthinking this and probably going in a million different directions, but nothing has to change, okay?”
She nods and swallows, but averts her eyes over my shoulder.
“I’m going to need some verbal communication.”
Huffing, she rolls her eyes and fights back a small smile. “Okay, no weirdness.”
“Zero,” I tell her, pulling her closer and wrapping my arms around her waist. “The only thing that’s changed is I made you come with my tongue… and gave you two more orgasms.”
Her eyes go wide and she laughs, the tension between us dissolving. “Oh, my God.” She tries to hide her face in her hands, but I don’t let her. Instead, I take her wrists in my hands and put her arms behind her back, bringing her close enough so I can kiss her.
“And I’m kissing you from now on,” I tell her. After a few minutes, I release her hands and stand, placing one last kiss on the top of her head. “Let me take a quick shower and I’ll drive you home.”
She nods, stepping away. “I’ll just go downstairs.”
“Stay,” I tell her, walking toward the bathroom and dropping my shorts by the door, giving her a nice show. “You can even join me, if you like.”
When I glance back over my shoulder, she’s standing with her arms crossed, one hand at her mouth as she watches every inch of me. Noticing me watching her watch me, she rolls her eyes and picks up one of my shoes, tossing it in my direction. “Go shower!”
“Such anger… you might need to get that checked.”
She laughs, incredulously, chucking the other shoe in my direction just as I shut the door and deflect it.
As I turn the shower on, waiting for it to warm up, it’s all I can do to not go back out there and toss her over my shoulder and bring her in here with me. But I can tell she needs time to adjust to this new us, so I’ll give it to her.
Chapter 23
Tempest
Closing the door, I lean against it and take a few deep breaths and give myself a mental pat-down: all my limbs are still attached, I’m breathing, my heart is still in my chest, even though just a few hours ago it felt like it exploded into a million pieces.
What did I do?
I’ll tell you what you did, Tempest… you had the best sex of your life. That’s what you did.
With. My. Friend.
“Ugh,” I groan, dropping my head forward and covering my face. “What was I thinking?”
That’s the thing, I wasn’t.
From the moment Cage told me he was going to kiss me, my brain shut down and my body took over. It was sublime. Every second of it was mind-blowing. At one point, I didn’t know what was up and what was down. I was so wrapped up in Cage and the way he made me feel, I could’ve died right then and been happy with my life.
Here lies Tempest Cassidy. It took twenty-eight years, but she finally found out what it was like to have multiple orgasms and cunnalingus. And then she died.
Laughing maniacally, I bang my head against the door a couple of times, trying to get the images to stop playing on replay. My body still feels like it’s on fire, smoldering from the inside out. How is that even possible?
A cold shower.
That’s what I need.
When I inhale, I can still smell him… us. I smell like sex and I’m not hating it, but I need to clear my head and it’s not helping. So I’ll shower, and then, I’ll