The corner of her mouth lifted. She was pretty, even though she wore a lot of makeup, and she had flower tattoos on her shoulder. “You look a little lonely over here all by yourself. I thought maybe you could use a friend.”
My eyes swept up and down. She was about my age. The type of girl who knew exactly how hot she was. Definitely not sweet. By the way she watched me, I could tell what she wanted. Girls didn’t openly stare at your dick like that when they were hoping you’d ask them out to dinner.
She wanted a night. Maybe a string of them.
“A friend?”
“Yeah, although who am I kidding? I could use a friend, too. I’ve had a shitty week.”
I grunted and took a drink of my beer.
Her eyes flicked to my crotch again. I followed her gaze, making it obvious I could see what she was doing.
“I’ll just cut to the chase. Do you want to get out of here?” she asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to buy me a drink first?”
She licked her lips. “I was thinking of something better than just a drink.”
I looked away, considering. Usually if I was going to grab a girl to take home with me—or more accurately, take to her place, because I never took girls to mine—I liked to be the one on the prowl.
But this girl was hot, no denying it. And she was right, I was fucking lonely. A little company didn’t sound half bad.
Plus, it had been a hell of a long time since I’d indulged in this kind of thing.
“Look, I know I’m being really forward,” she said. “But I’m the type of girl who isn’t afraid to go after what she wants.”
“I see that.”
She lightly traced a finger down my arm. “A guy like you—tall, thick, rugged—is like crack to me. I can’t resist. And I really did have a shitty week.”
“So did I.”
“See? This works out for both of us.”
She had a point. There was no doubt this girl looked like trouble, but at least she was up front. I knew what I’d be getting into. And damn it, it really had been a long time. Why the fuck not?
I put my beer down. “You live nearby?”
“Yeah. Just up the road.”
“Let’s go.”
We left, and I got on my bike. Followed her up the road to a little house tucked behind some apple trees.
She didn’t turn on the lights when we went inside. Just led me straight back to her bedroom.
This aggressive thing wasn’t bad. No forced small talk. No bullshitting. No games. She’d brought me home to fuck, so why waste time pretending we were going to get to know each other first? She hadn’t even given me her name, and I didn’t want to know. Didn’t care. It was just sex. Just a release.
Just a way to feel a little less empty for a while.
Afterward, she lay sprawled out on the bed, like I’d fucked her unconscious. I had no interest in staying, so I got up to deal with the condom and clean up.
She had a bathroom right off the bedroom. I shut the door and flicked on the light. Tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and quickly looked away. I wasn’t exactly a fan of what I saw there these days.
I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. When I turned off the faucet, something on the counter caught my eye.
I stared at it, a sick feeling erupting in my gut. If that was what I thought it was—and it sure looked like it—there was no part of this that was okay.
Fuck.
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Evan
This was not how I meant for my night to go.
I didn’t hear a sound through the closed bathroom door. The girl was still sprawled out on her bed in the other room in a post-fuck coma. Clearly not wrestling with her conscience, which was more than I could say for me.
My eyes flicked back to the counter. Damn.
She’d picked me up at a bar, and I should have known she was trouble. I didn’t indulge in this sort of thing very often, but sometimes that itch was hard to ignore. Why not anonymously fuck some girl’s brains out? We were both adults. We knew what this was. Why not take the edge off? Fill the emptiness for a little while.