Unfinished Ex (Calloway Brothers, #2)(43)

She shrugs. “A while.”

I pull her down and pin her beneath me, needing the answer but afraid to hope what it will be.

“Define a while.”

“Two years, give or take.”

Searching her eyes, I ask, “Which is it, give or take?”

“Fine. It’s been over two years.”

“Since you gave head or since you’ve fucked anyone?”

“Since I gave head. It’s been a lot less since I’ve been with a man.”

“How much less?”

She smirks. “About six hours.”

“Nic. How long has it been?”

“You’re the last one I slept with.” Her eyes capture mine, and I know it to be true. “You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Jaxon. You’re the only man I’ve ever done anything with.”

I roll off her and rub my forehead, feeling guilty as hell. “Jesus Christ, Nicky.” My heart soars and stings at the same time.

Heisman jumps on the bed and crowds her. I chuckle. “You’re in his place.”

“Or maybe he’s in mine.”

More shit is happening inside my heart. “Nic, what’s going on here? Should we even be doing this?”

“I have no idea. All I know is that I never stopped thinking of you. And right or wrong, this feels good.”

I pull her to me and kick Heisman off the bed. I rub my burgeoning hard-on against her. “Before we decide anything, how about we finish what we started?”

She smiles and climbs on top of me.



~



Thirty minutes and a few orgasms later, we’re surrounded by sticky sheets and the heavy scent of sex. “I need a shower,” I say. “And Heisman needs a walk.”

She checks the time. “When is your first class? Nine fifteen?”

“I usually get there by eight thirty. But I’ll make an exception today. I have an hour. Time for a quick walk and a shower. Join us?”

“I don’t have any other clothes.”

“Come here.” I hold out my hand. She lets me pull her out of bed. It’s a gesture that comes naturally. One that’s been missing from my life. I guide her to the third bedroom.

Still naked, she runs her hands over the boxes in the corner. “You kept them?”

“You never sent for them.”

“I thought you would have burned them or something. Why did you keep them?”

I shrug. “Didn’t have any use for the room really.” She stares me down. “What do you want me to say, Nic? Maybe I still wanted a small piece of you.”

So many words go unspoken as she opens a box, sifts through it, and comes out with a pair of shorts and a shirt. “This will do.”

We go back to my room and change, collect Heisman, and head out the front door.

Nicky stops short of the sidewalk. “Do you think this is a good idea? People might see us.”

“So let them.”

“They’ll talk. You know how the rumor mill goes around here.”

“Who gives a fuck what anyone says?”

“I guess I thought you did, Jaxon. You’re the one who will have to deal with this. I’m out of here in a few months.”

And reality sets in.

“Sorry,” she says, looking sad. “Did I just ruin this?”

“You didn’t ruin anything. We’re adults. We can do whatever we want. I don’t care what anyone thinks.” I walk ahead. “You coming?”

As Nicky anticipated, we get looks from almost everyone we come across. People whisper to each other. Gawk at us. Sneer at her.

“Yeah, so you’re going to have to do damage control,” she says, after someone murmurs a nasty comment in the park.

I pull the tennis ball out of my pocket and throw it. Heisman dashes across the lawn to retrieve it. “Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

“You mean about the fact that our divorce was finalized less than two weeks ago and we just slept together?”

I hold up four fingers. “Several times.”

Heisman brings back the ball. To her. She throws it for him. “Okay, so let’s talk.”

“What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. And, honestly, nothing has changed, right? I’m there, you’re here.”

“Is what happened last night and this morning going to happen again while you’re here?”

“Do you want it to?”

“Stupid question, Nicky.”

She smiles. “Okay then. Me too.”

“So we’re going to have sex and tell everyone to mind their own business and just see where it takes us?”

“I suppose. But Jaxon, my contract is up in two months. I have no idea what’s going to happen after that. Marty thinks I might end up with multiple offers, which means I might not be going back to Oklahoma, but I’ll probably end up somewhere else. And no matter what happens, I won’t let you give up everything you have here to follow me.”

“Marty?”

“My producer at WRKT.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“I haven’t ever slept with anyone but you, Jax. What do you think?”