“I won’t. I’m very good at dodging car fluid.”
“Sure, sure. I mean it. I don’t want you to get too tired and screw up. Believe me.”
“There’s only one thing I want to screw, and the cars are not it.”
She chuckled. “How about we agree to see each other this coming Sunday? Would you be able to work that?”
“I’m not working. I don’t see why not. The last two times you’ve been at your parents’.”
“I know. I know. They have this big thing with a huge family dinner, and they invited a couple of my aunties and cousins.” She wasn’t about to tell him that Summer and David had been there. This time there was no forced date, or even any witty comments. It had been a nice dinner. Of course, her parents wanted to know when she would settle down with a nice guy.
“I bet they’d have a heart attack if I came along.”
“There would be a lot of questions, but you could come if you liked? Have you seen Summer since your breakup?”
“Nope. Never seen the need to go out of my way to talk to her. She wanted other things, I wanted these things, and neither of us saw eye to eye.”
She lay back in bed, loving the sound of his voice. Closing her eyes, she listened to him. “Didn’t you freak out when you saw it?” she asked.
“Nope. I stood and waited until they were finished.”
“You didn’t care? Not even a little bit?”
“Autumn, I hate to say this to you, but it was just a fuck. Your sister and I, we dated, sure. Went to the movies, hung out together, had some fun times, but it wasn’t a matter of the heart. I didn’t cheat on her. It’s the one thing I don’t agree on. If you’re with a woman, you’re with them, no matter what.”
She melted … again. “You’re like this perfect bad boy.”
“Perfect? I don’t think I’d go so far as to say that. Bad, hell yeah. Dirty, completely.”
She licked her lips. “I’m getting a sense of how dirty you can be.”
“What we’ve done is a little rough, babe, but it’s not dirty. Do you think you’re even ready for dirty?”
“How dirty can you get?” she asked.
“You ever been tied up as you’ve been fucked, moving from your pussy as you’re in the throes of orgasm, to your ass, fucking you until I spill every single drop of cum, and then watch as it spills out?”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re into BDSM?”
“Nope. I just like to tie my woman up so she’s completely at my mercy. There’s no punishments. No whips. No ties. No titles. Just hard fucking built with a little bit of trust.”
She whimpered.
“Are you wet for me now?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself. I’ve got my cock in my hand. If we can’t be with each other, the next best thing is to talk about what we want to do.”
“Phone sex?”
“The second best kind of sex.”
Sliding her hand between her thighs, she fingered her slit, finding the right spot that had her moaning.
“Sunday, you’re coming to my place. I live in a house, and I can do whatever the hell I want to you without worrying about someone hearing us.”
“Okay.”