Play Maker(16)

And while I wasn’t quite ready to go again – though the longer I looked at her, the sooner that would change – I was still full of sexual energy. In fact, the room seemed full of it. With any luck we’d have time for one more round before we parted ways.

I was still staring at her, when one of her eyes popped open.

“Hello,” I curled a lock of her hair around my finger.

“Hello,” she opened the other eye. She was smiling, but the openness that had been there when we entered the room, hell, when I entered her, wasn’t there any more. There was a wall all of a sudden.

“I was thinking we could order some room service.” I had never known of a one night stand to turn down room service. “And then maybe make use of that second condom you brought.”

She sat up, her breasts bouncing and for a moment I thought of reversing the order of my two offers. Sex again and then room service. But she was already getting up from the bed.

“That’s a kind offer.” She walked across the room as if she was totally unaware that she was naked. I was happy to admire the view, until I noticed she was picking her clothes up off the floor. “But I have to go,” she said, wiggling into her thong.

I tried not to stare at what the wiggling did to her curves, instead trying to focus on the fact that she was turning down both room service and more sex. With me. That had never happened before.

“Wait a minute.” I scooted off the bed, but she had already gone into the bathroom and when she returned, she was wearing her black pants and buttoning her shirt.

“I had a great time,” she told me, ignoring my open jawed stare to put on her shoes.

“A great time?” What was going on? Was I being Punk’d? Was she seriously leaving? Now? “Hold on,” I followed her to the door, feeling like I was getting the brush off and not liking it at all. “Well, maybe I’ll see you again?”

She smiled and placed a hand on my chest. “I don’t think so,” she said.

This was definitely a brush off. It wasn’t my first one, but it was the first time where I was the brush-ee, not the brush-er.

I didn’t know what to say. I knew I should be grateful, relieved even. Wasn’t this what I wanted? A night of hot sex with someone I never had to see again? Yeah. It was. She was doing me a favor, really.

“Well.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “It was nice meeting you.”

Her mouth quirked up in that half wicked smile that I’d seen at the beginning of the evening. My cock responded and I wished I had put on some clothes before walking her to the door.

“It was nice meeting you too,” she said and held out her hand.

We were going to end this evening on a handshake? I was feeling completely confused but I took her hand anyways and when I pulled back I found that she had given me something. I opened my fist to find the second condom there. I looked up at her.

“Use it wisely.” She smiled and in that moment the wall had disappeared and there was that openness, back in full force.

“Thanks,” I said, still not sure what was happening, still not really believing she was leaving.

She opened the door, but paused and turned back to me. “Oh, and James?”

“Yeah?”

Her hair had fallen over one of her eyes again, but I could see the other one was sparkling with humor. “If you get room service, order the waffles. I’ve heard they’re better than sex.”

And with that, she was gone.





9





Nicole





Every inch of my body was tingling as I headed out the hotel and into the Uber that was waiting for me. Nights like these were the only times I indulged in such transportation. Usually I could catch a ride with Maya after closing, or on nights when she was staying at the hotel, there was a bus that dropped me only a few blocks from my apartment. But tonight I felt especially luxurious. How could I not, after an experience like that?

I leaned back against the leather seats and closed my eyes. My skin felt alive, the memory of how James had worshipped every inch of it, making me dizzy all over again. Oh my god. I couldn’t remember the last time sex had been that good. In fact, I couldn’t remember it ever being that good. Four times. I had come four times.

It had been exactly what I needed. I pressed my legs together, wishing I could hold on to the sensation of how he had felt inside of me. God, he had given me enough material for a dozen naughty daydreams at least. I was going to be replaying this night for a long, long time. I took out a piece of gum – a little post-coital treat for myself, though the entire evening had been a treat.

I felt the tiniest twinge of regret remembering how I had left before we could have a repeat performance, but I had rules. And a curfew. I looked at my phone. Shit. With luck on my side I’d just about make it. I promised my brother I would never be home later than 4am and it was currently 3:47am. Thankfully we hit every green light and by the time the car pulled up in front of my place in Montecito Heights, I was two minutes shy of my curfew.

Still, when I opened the door, there he was in the living room, pacing nervously. He was wearing his favorite Doctor Who t-shirt and his eyes were red, which told me he had been watching TV all night. Looked like my mom forgot to take away his iPad, which he had a tendency to hide under his pillow during the 2am electronics round up.