raw, vulnerable moment snapped the tiny thread of control I had. I drove inside of her one final time as a white-hot eruption of pleasure exploded in my body. My hands tightened around her hips as I rode out my jarring, pulsing climax.
When the sensations began to subside, I collapsed. Not wanting to crush Sasha, I started to roll to my side but she held me in place with her arms that encircled my neck.
Since she didn’t want to let me go, and I didn’t want to hurt her, I snaked my arm beneath her and flipped onto my back, bringing her with me. She didn’t release her hold on me, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck. She snuggled into me and I reveled in the feeling of her face nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
We laid in silence, the only sound coming from our labored breaths. I ran my hand up and down her bare back and tried to process what had just transpired between us. It was unexpected in the best and worst way possible.
What I felt for her was real. I knew that now. What I didn’t know was what I was going to do about it. At least not in the long term.
In the short term, I knew exactly what I was going to do, not let her go.
“Can you stay tonight?”
She lifted her head and her brows crinkled. “You want me to stay tonight?”
I rubbed my thumb in a small circle on her lower back. “Yes.”
Her lips parted in a wide smile and there was a twinkle in her eye. “Like a sleepover?”
“I don’t know how much sleeping we’ll do.” I slid my hand down over her ass and pressed my fingers into her soft flesh.
A pink flush rose on her cheeks, the ones on her face, and she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, sliding her tongue against the seam of my mouth. She may not have answered me verbally, but her body was telling me everything I needed to know.
Chapter 21
Sasha
“Family is the friends you choose.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
My hair was still damp, and I was running late as I pulled into The Greasy Spoon parking lot. But in fairness to me, I hadn’t known I was supposed to be here until twenty minutes ago. I’d almost skipped the shower, but with the activities I’d been engaged in over the past twelve hours, showering was not optional.
Once I realized that I wasn’t going to be making it home last night, I’d texted Gam to let her know. She hadn’t texted back, but I’d known that she’d seen it because it was marked as read. When I’d got home this morning, er um afternoon, from Beau’s I’d been relieved that Gam wasn’t there. Doing the walk of shame was bad enough without her witnessing it. I’d planned on taking a shower and climbing into bed to sleep since I hadn’t gotten much of that at my sleepover. But when I found a note on the fridge informing me that I’d missed yoga, but I was supposed to meet Gam for lunch with “the girls” afterward I knew that my siesta would have to be postponed.
As I parked my car, I couldn’t help the nerves that were populating in my stomach. The note on the fridge hadn’t been too judgy but I had no idea what she’d say in person. Gam hadn’t blinked an eye when Drake moved in with me, but that was my life in California. This was her town and it was a small one at that. I didn’t know if she’d appreciate me having a “sleepover” with one of the town’s most eligible bachelors, at least according to Destiny, Cara, and Harmony. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure how I felt about it.
My behavior was very unlike me and it had nothing to do with being cheated on or rebounding from my relationship. Spending the night with Beau had only been about Beau. Nothing else. I knew that from the outside looking in it might seem like that wasn’t the case, but it was. What I felt when I was with Beau had nothing to do with anything else but him. It was strange but when I was with him, I didn’t think about the show, or Drake, or PR, or my contract, or what people online were saying. It was almost as if those things didn’t exist when I was with him.
Which made him dangerous. I’d