Someone I Used to Know - By Blakney Francis Page 0,56
thing that had always belonged to women. It wasn’t fair. Yet, I couldn’t fault him for it, nor could I wish it away.
He came with a random burst of Australian slang that I could barely hear through the happy hum in my ears. A lazy half-smile blossomed at the thought: I made him come so hard he went all Australian on me.
Our heavy breaths echoed through the foyer around us, bouncing off our marble encasing. I didn’t know about him, but it was the only sound I could make. The rest of the house was quiet. I dredged up enough energy to turn my head where he sprawled across the stairs beside me. A few of our limbs overlapped, but for the most part we’d resumed our separation.
“That was…” he began.
“Uh huh.” I was still as breathless as he was, and in total agreement with his awed assessment.
“I wasn’t expecting…”he tried again with a lazy drawl.
“Uh huh.”
“We should probably move.”
“Uh huh.”
But it was a long time before either one of us even attempted to stand.
Chapter Ten
Declan
“Let’s do it again.”
“Easy there, Sparky,” she reprimanded lightly. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. I was momentarily sidetracked by the sight of her heaving bare chest.
Sweat had joined the rain drying on our skin, and I’d quickly taken the initiative to move our party to the bedroom and under my heavy bedspread, as soon as I got the feeling back in my legs again.
“I didn’t know you’d be that good at that – I didn’t know anyone could be that good at that,” I admitted. That was phenomenal. I’d never fully appreciated a dancer’s flexibility until Adley had shown me all the benefits.
I noticed how put-out she looked by my impressed tone, and tensed in preparation for the possible physical retribution. I’d learned the hard way that she wasn’t above violence, and I wouldn’t soon forget.
I couldn’t have been more surprised when she chortled with a burst of laughter.
“Some people are good at math…” She stretched her body out like a cat. “I suppose we all have our talents.”
There she went again, doing the very last thing I expected, and damned if I didn’t like it.
“You’re just kind of cold,” I backtracked, only realizing once the words had come out of my mouth that I’d only succeeded in digging my hole a little deeper. “Not what I meant! Look, all I’m saying is you can come across kind of prudish, in an innocent sort of way.”
Groaning, she rolled away from me, and my eyes were free to roam over the smooth expanse of her back, as my sheets slipped low on her hips.
“Please quit talking,” she grumbled, face down in a pillow.
“Quit talking?” I asked intrigued. “Isn’t this the part where we have a long drawn out conversation about what just happened and where it leaves us now?”
She jerked upwards like I’d slapped her on the ass (which I hadn’t, even though it was tempting). Her blue eyes were riddled with panic.
“You’re a lot more inexperienced than I thought if you don’t understand what just happened. We had sex. The end. And we –,” she pointed to me and then back to herself. “ – aren’t an ‘us.’ We’re two consenting adults who just had meaningless sex.”
Meaningless, huh? If that was meaningless I was a little confused about what I’d been doing all those years I’d thought I’d been having meaningless roots. I guess that meant I’d actually been interested in all the girls I’d fled from like my hair was on fire after a one-night-stand.
Getting away from Adley wasn’t even in my top ten to-do actions at that moment. Of course, numbers one through five were all various sexual acts, but even talking to her didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.
Who was I kidding? Talking to her – or, more accurately, fighting with her – had become a highlight of my days. I wasn’t in love with her or anything. No, no, definitely not. But I couldn’t deny I was fascinated by her. It was pointless. She was the single most surprising human being I’d ever known.
All her choices were backwards. By her own admission, she forced Cam to use their real names, but then despised all the attention his book brought her. I made my livelihood in an industry that considered all publicity to be good publicity, so maybe I was a little behind in what was considered ‘normal.’ Normal or not, Adley Adair was plenty unique to me.