Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

The car stops outside my building and I jump out without a word, running for the front door.

“You’re welcome!” my brother yells.

I get to the main door and I’m about to shut it when a foot blocks my attempt. My eyes track the lean leg all the way up to the culprit’s face.

“What do you want?” I whisper-yell not wanting my brother to hear anything.

“You forgot your wallet in the back seat.” He hands me my wallet but doesn’t remove his shoe. “We need to talk. Listen…”

“There’s nothing to say. We hooked up and that’s it.”

“Carly,” he says in warning.

“What? I haven’t heard from you in months. And now I’m supposed to welcome you back with open legs? Give me a break, Devin.”

“I’m coming back later to explain.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Carly, I’ll be back.” He turns and leaves.

What could we possibly have to talk about? The situation seems pretty simple to me. One-night stands are common. I don’t know what he’s making a big deal about. It’s not like I’m gonna run and tell my brother that his partner screwed me and left before he had his pants zipped.

Christ, why can’t I get over this guy? The logical part of my brain argues I barely know him, I shouldn’t be so attached. The other part reminds me how good he made me feel and that I might have a chance to experience it again.

With a sigh, I walk up the two flights of stairs to my apartment. After thoroughly rinsing my eye and any other body part that came in contact with cat hair, I decide it’s a great time to catch a nap.

Breakfast dates are exhausting especially when it ends with semen in your eye.

A few hours later, there’s a knock at my door. I sit up in bed dreading opening it. What if it’s really Vin making good on his promise? When I shuffle my feet to the door and open it, I find Devin holding a paper bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“Hungry?” he asks with a sly grin.

“Actually, I’m starving.” I gesture for him to come in then shut the door. As I walk into the kitchen, Vin pulls out Chinese food containers and loads them on plates he finds in my cabinets. He sees me standing, not making any move to get closer. Finally, he walks over, wrapping me in his arms before kissing me silly. We break free a moment later and I try to glare at him, but I’m in such a haze I sit my ass down and eat the damn Chinese food with him.

“Now that I have your belly full, let’s chat.”

“You gonna explain why you disappeared and why I haven’t heard from you in months? Or why you’re here right now with food?”

“The call I took that night was one I’d been waiting a while for. I can’t discuss the details because it’s classified, but I went undercover that night up until a week ago. No communication, not even with my family. I wanted to reach out to you because, fuck…” He rubs his hands down his face. “When I was undercover, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When I needed to be focused, I wasn’t. I couldn’t get the feel of you out of my head.”

“Me either,” I whisper feeling relieved he didn’t just ditch me. That he still thought of me. “Now answer this, how did you know I was the wrong number that night at the bar.”

“The person I thought I was texting ended up messaging me right after. I ran you through a search and got your information.”

“That easy, huh?”

“That easy. I’m a cop, remember?” We sit there for a second staring at each other until I smile shyly at him.

In an instant I’m on the table in front of Vin as his hands rub up and down my bare thighs. The large sleep shirt I’m wearing being pushed up my hips by the motion.

“Did you let him cum inside you?” He tenderly kisses my inner thigh.

“What?” I ask, completely confused.

“Your hookup, the one we picked you up from. Did he cum inside you?”

Oh, shit. “No, just in my eye.” I pant and almost burst out laughing when I realize what I’ve revealed. “Forget I said that.”