The Heartbreaker

“Can I speak to you?” she asks when she reaches me. Cassidy drops her hand and steps back.

“I’ll be back.” I look at Cassidy.

“Sure.” She tries for a smile, but it’s shaky and unsure before she turns around to leave. “I’m going to grab a beer.”

“You having fun?” I look at Jo again.

“No.”

“No?” I chuckle, downing the last bit of beer before setting the bottle on the table beside me. “You looked like you were.”

“I want . . . I think we need to talk about our terms.”

“Our terms?”

“Can we go somewhere else?” She leans in slightly. “It’s loud in here.”

It’s not that loud in here. The DJ is set up in the living room, but if she wants more privacy, I’ll follow her.

“Lead the way.” I nod my head.

Josephine starts walking. First she goes toward the living room, but freezes and starts walking down the opposite hall instead. I contemplate whether or not I want to help her out, but decide I don’t want to make this easy for her and if I’m being really honest, I’m enjoying the view of her ass in that dress. She stops at the foot of the spiral stairs in the back and looks around for a second. There are people back here too, two different couples making out—two guys on one side and a guy and a girl on the other. I stare at Jo, wondering what her play will be. None of these people will care if we talk here. They haven’t looked up at all. Josephine doesn’t seem to want any kind of audience though, and starts walking up the stairs. I bite my lip to keep from groaning when I look up and see her black thong. I follow her up the stairs, but there’s no silence. Instead of going back downstairs or trying one of the rooms, she pulls me into the bathroom. I stifle a smile as she locks the door behind us, then lean against the counter and cross my arms as I wait, but she doesn’t speak, instead she walks over to check behind the curtain and walks back slowly.

“Is this private enough for you?” I ask.

She gives a nod, no humor in her expression, and stands in front of me with her arms crossed across her chest. “I don’t want you to sleep with other people.”

“What?” I let out a soft chuckle.

“I don’t want you to sleep with other people,” she repeats.

“I thought you wanted casual?” I ask slowly, searching her hazel eyes.

“I do.” She licks her lips. “But I don’t like the idea of sharing.”

“And this rule extends to you as well?” My heart thunders in my ears. It’s taking all the restraint I have to not pull her into my arms and kiss her right now. “You won’t sleep with anyone else?”

“I won’t.”

“Does Bobby know that?”

“I’ll make sure to tell him.”

“What’s brought this on?” I ask even though I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.

“It’s just something I’ve been thinking about.” She shrugs a shoulder, uncrossing her arms. So she’s not going to say it. I bite back a smile. “So do you agree?”

“I’m going to need to think about it.” It’s a lie.

I don’t need to think about it. I’m hers. I’ve been hers for a long time, even though she doesn’t know it, but I want her to sweat this out a little. Maybe I am petty after all.

“Okay.” She swallows and glances away. “Let me know when you know.”

I uncross my arms and widen my stance slightly, reaching for her. She looks at me, wide-eyed, as she steps between my legs.

“I thought about it,” I say, bringing a hand up to cup her face, my thumb underneath her chin as I bring her lips closer to mine. “I choose you.”

I see the moment something inside of her shifts, the way her eyes widen a bit, the flush that paints her already colored cheeks. Her lips part just before I set mine on hers and her tongue finds mine quickly. My heart races. It’s not just that I’ve had a crush on Jo for as long as I can remember. It’s not just that ever since that night we hooked up when we were both freshmen I’ve fantasized about her. Both of those things are true, yes, but it’s more than that. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Even my first girlfriend, who I compared the rest to for a while, pales in comparison to what I feel when Jo and I kiss, when we touch, when we fuck.

It’s as though she’s painted the grey world I lived in. She’s still kissing me as she reaches for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling away slightly to take it off me. She slows as she reaches my shoulder and carefully pulls it over my head, placing it on the counter behind me. Her eyes rake over my body hungrily. It’s a look I’ve seen a million times, but when Jo does it, damn. I let her take the lead in this, reveling in the fact that she wants me this badly. She kisses my neck and works her way down my torso, my abdomen contracting with each lick. When she reaches the waistband of my jeans, she stops and looks up, and I swear I have never seen anything hotter than Josephine Canó crouching between my legs. She unbuttons my jeans, frees my cock, which is already hard for her, and licks from my shaft to the tip. My head falls back. Instinctively, I grip a fistful of her hair in my hand as she continues to lick before covering the head of my cock with her mouth. It takes everything for me to open my eyes and look down on her, but I want to see this, I want to remember this moment for all of eternity. When I’m eighty, I’m going to close my eyes and think about Josephine, my wet dream, sucking my dick at a frat party. I let her do this for a few seconds before gripping her hair and pulling her away because the need to bury myself inside her is too great. She stands up, a fire in her eyes that can only match mine, and I turn her around so that she’s facing the mirror. I lean down to run my hands up her legs and meet her gaze in the mirror when I reach the short dress she’s wearing.