“Seriously, mean girl?” He winks. “I like you way too much to feed you to the fish. Plus, I’ve got a much better plan for you.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” My stomach twists with anticipation.
He shifts his weight a bit and his lips brush my ear softly. “You riding my dick for the rest of the night.”
Heat rushes to my face as I envision myself straddling him, grinding, rocking my hips hard and fast, and his mouth . . . it’s on me . . . my face, my neck, my breasts. I suck in a deep breath and swallow hard. He moves his lips away from my ear and his blue eyes find mine.
He chuckles. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re the one who said I was doing everything right.”
I did say that, and he is doing everything better than right, and I do want this so much. I want him more than I’ll even admit to myself. I need to have a night of lust-driven sex and forget about all the problems I’ll be facing when the band gets back from its tour. What happened to the spontaneity I’ve been cursed with my entire life? Dammit, this is when I need it the most. I’ve never been an overthinker until I’m standing outside of a bar staring my first one-night stand in the face. Stop dwelling on the reasons why I shouldn’t and just do it, Gracie.
“Are you gonna cancel your Uber, or do you want to keep playing this game? Because either way you’re gonna eventually end up in my bed.”
“You seem to be pretty sure of yourself.”
He leans in closer again. “I just know what I want and am not afraid to go for it.”
My knees go weak, and my heart bangs around in my chest. I’m not sure if I’m excited or nervous or maybe both, but what I do know is the sound of his deep voice affects me just as much as his breath on my skin or his lips brushing over my ear.
“So, let me get this straight—you’re suggesting one night of sex and nothing else, right?” I cringe as the words leave my mouth, because this is so not my style. As far as my experience with one-night stands goes, I don’t have any.
He continues to stare into my eyes wearing a devilish grin. “One night, no names, no phone numbers . . . just you and me and a lot of fucking.”
Here comes the heat again, but this time it takes over my entire body, leaving me a hot, steamy mess.
I glance down at my phone for a beat, mostly to break eye contact with him because I’m drowning in those deep blue eyes of his. Not wasting any time, I pull up the Uber app and cancel my car. Thank God, my impulsivity found its way back to me. Next, I hurriedly type out a message to Ella so she’ll know what I’m doing just in case this guy decides he wants to harvest a kidney or two and sell them on the black market.
Me: Remember the blond? Don’t yell or tell me I’m crazy, but I’m going home with him.
Ella: ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? You don’t know this guy. What if he murders you?
I really didn’t think Ella would still be awake. I figured she’d read the text in the morning.
Me: I said don’t yell or tell me I’m crazy.
Before I can finish typing, she’s already sent me another text.
Ella: Are you drunk? You must be drunk. I’ll text your dad or Kurt and get one of them to save you from yourself.
Oh my God. No!! My fingers move frantically across the keyboard as I attempt to stop her before she embarrasses the shit out of me.
Me: No!!!!!! Don’t you dare text either of them. I’m fine. Sober. I need this. I’ll text you when I get to his place so you’ll have the address.
Ella: YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HIS PLACE! Gracie!!!! Fine, I won’t text them, unless you don’t send me an address within the hour, and then I’ll do whatever I have to do to find you.
Geez, if I’d known she was going to freak out, I would’ve texted Cash.
He would’ve never made such a big deal about it, only I’d probably never text him about matters like this because my sex life is not his business and we both like to keep it that way.
The blond moves away from me and toward a black Altima that is idling next to the curb in front of us. As he leans into the open window, my eyes survey his muscular body. My heart rate picks up as thoughts of him hovering over me skip through my head. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone. Is it sad that I have to close my eyes and think really hard to find the memories of my last sexual encounter? Yes, very sad. It’s been at least a year, maybe more. That’s encouraging. I’m sure Mr. Arrogant and Sexy probably had sex with some nameless woman last night, whereas my last experience was with my last boyfriend, Kyle Summers. He was cute in a nerdy way and had a fairly good sized dick. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to use it.
“Hey, mean girl, let’s get out of here.”
My eyes jerk open to find my one-night stand leaning against the car with the backdoor open. I glance down at my phone for the last time before I shove it inside my bag, walk over to the car, and climb into the back seat.
Eight
Gracie
I learned a long time ago that once I make a decision—impulsive or not—I live with it, without regret, and that is exactly what I’m doing tonight. I’m living without regret, and it feels great. But how will you feel in the morning? I immediately push all negative thoughts out of my mind and focus on the guy sitting next to me. He hasn’t said one word since we climbed inside the car. He actually seems nervous. He’s looked at his phone a few times, bounced his left foot up and down most of the ride, and now he’s rubbing the tops of his thighs with his hands like he’s trying to wipe away sweat. Did he change his mind somewhere along the way? I can’t imagine he has a girlfriend. I mean, he’s not the boyfriend type or, at least, he doesn’t seem like he is. The last thing I want to do is hook up with somebody else’s man, because that is so not my thing.
I shift my weight slightly so I’m facing him. “Hey, you,” I say softly, pulling his attention away from whatever is going on in his head.
“Hey.” He looks at me, his lips twitching a few times until he finally smiles.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I have to know, because if his answer is yes, I’m done before we even get started. I think the reason I didn’t ask this question earlier is because it never crossed my mind. He was all about me riding his dick, but now he’s making me a bit uneasy with his sudden personality change.
He chuckles as he rubs his jaw. “Umm, that would be a negative. I don’t do the girlfriend thing. It makes life messy, and I don’t like messy.”
Okay then, my question is answered, and if I had any thoughts of a tomorrow or next week with this guy, that question has been answered, too. Luckily, I don’t have any ideas for anything beyond tonight. I’m glad we both want the same thing—one night.
“Have you changed your mind about the whole me riding your dick for the rest of the night thing? Because if you have, I can either take an Uber back to my apartment or call a friend to come pick me up.” Like I’d really call Ella, and I’m not even sure if Cash is in town, but at least it sounds good. My voice is full of I don’t give a shit confidence, so he doesn’t have to feel bad about letting me down if he is having second thoughts.