Awkward Love (Stumbling into Love 2)

He smiled, and damn, it was a knockout smile. “I do.”

We didn’t talk any more about our fling or really anything important, but it wasn’t far from my thoughts the whole time. When he left, Will kissed me goodbye and told me he would call me later.

I wished it was later already.

CHAPTER TEN

Will

When I got to Shaw’s apartment complex, I was still trying to come to terms with everything that happened with Jameson. Even though I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was, there was something special about him, something that snagged my interest and continued to reel it in tighter. He was such a unique mix of contradictions in too many ways to list, and I found myself wanting to figure out how all his pieces fitted together. How they went about making the man that was Jameson… Shit. I didn’t even know his last name.

Maybe it was better that way.

While I’d agreed to do this summer fling with him, which I was excited as hell about, I wanted to tread carefully. I didn’t know how this could possibly get in the way of my job, but I didn’t want to risk it either. There had to have been other people who met at bachelor auctions, where they bought their dates, and then ended up hitting it off. We couldn’t be that much of an anomaly, which, okay, we could be, because how often were bachelor auctions really a thing? I didn’t want it to look like I was selling myself or selling sex. Yes, he had paid for the first date, but that was for charity. The current fling had nothing to do with that.

All I knew was I didn’t want to stop seeing him. I wanted to be the one to touch him and taste him and get to be inside him. Even the thought made my cock chub up. I couldn’t help it. I got horny often. It’s just how I was.

It was more than that, though. I wasn’t that shallow. He was giving me a gift, choosing me to share this with him. That fact didn’t escape me, and I damn well planned to make it good for him, give him tons of orgasms, and show him a hell of a good time. Still, I was a little shallow too because I definitely wanted to see him naked.

“Oh. My. God.” Shaw’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “You met someone!”

“Huh?” I asked, wondering why in the hell I hadn’t noticed he was in front of me.

“You met someone. You were standing in the middle of the lobby, with a blank, confused stare. I said your name. I waved my hand in front of your face, and you didn’t notice. It’s almost like you were possessed, but in this fucked-up sort of way that I’m pretty sure didn’t look as bad on me when I was in your situation. I know that look. I felt it every day after Elijah and I started hanging out.”

Frowning, I crossed my arms. So maybe I’d been preoccupied, but I was fairly certain I looked damn good while doing it. “First, fuck you. Second, I didn’t meet anyone. Not really. Third, I’m way hotter than you. Fourth, I never look possessed unless it’s like a sex god because I’m making someone’s toes curl. Fifth, fuck you again.”

“It’s even worse than I thought. You’re also delusional!”

I playfully pushed him. “There is something seriously wrong with you.”

“Are you kidding me right now? There is something very right about me at the moment, and it’s that I get to pay you back for how much you teased me when I met E.”

I was still a little confused on how he’d come downstairs and stood in front of me and I hadn’t realized it, but I’d dissect that later. “This isn’t something like you and Elijah,” I told him as he held the lobby door open for me and we walked out, on our way to lunch.

“So you admit there’s a person?”

“Um…it’s hard to explain.” How did I go into what was happening with Jameson and me? So, you know that guy who bought me? He’s going to explore sex with me. Shh, don’t tell. If it was just something about me, I wouldn’t hesitate to let Shaw in on it. We gave each other shit and were often in competition with each other, but it was all in good fun. I trusted him and knew he trusted me. He was the best friend I had.

“Yeah, I hear you. It was like that with Elijah at first.”

I wished he would stop comparing it to him and Elijah. Sure, Jameson intrigued me, but we were so different, and I’d just started my job, and he would be in graduate school in the fall. It wasn’t like we were going to fall in love the way they did. We had too much on our plates. “It’s different.”