I’m surprised I’ve managed not to fuck her in the daylight hours because she’s so damn sexy. But the wait until she’s off the clock is like the best kind of foreplay.
I can’t get enough of her. And it’s not just the sex. It’s her. She’s smart and funny—no one has ever made me laugh like she does—and she’s just so fucking gorgeous. I love spending time with her. She’s like no woman I’ve ever known before.
She sleeps in my bed every night, and of course, with her comes Gucci, who has set up a permanent sleeping residence on the chair in my bedroom.
But I don’t care. The goat has surprisingly started to grow on me. And, to have Speedy, I’ll take anything. Even a head-butting goat.
Speedy just got back from having an early dinner with her friend Logan. He’s gay. And, yes, I checked. Not that I don’t trust her. I just don’t trust other guys. I mean, look at her; she’s fucking beautiful.
She brought back take-out dessert. My favorite, raspberry cheesecake, because my girlfriend is awesome like that.
Hold the fuck up.
Girlfriend?
Is she?
We fuck. She spends every night in my bed. We live together.
So, yeah, I guess I’d say she’s my girlfriend.
Well, fuck me sideways. I have a girlfriend.
Not that we’ve actually put a verbal label on this thing between us, but she must know that she’s my girl.
And, right at this moment, my girl is in the kitchen, making me pizza for dinner.
Homemade pizza and cheesecake for dessert. A beer in my hand and the Lakers game about to start soon.
I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Life isn’t just great. It’s fucking amazing.
My cell starts to ring, so I grab it from the coffee table.
It’s my buddy Julian. Julian’s one of my closest friends. I don’t have many, mainly because I don’t trust people. Just Julian and Vaughn.
Aside from Tate, Julian’s one of the best people I know. But I’d never tell the fucker that. His ego’s big enough as it is.
“Hey, asshole. Long time no speak,” I answer.
“Aw, you missed me?”
“Like a hole in the head.”
He chuckles. “So, I’m back in town. Heard you broke your foot, you clumsy fuck. How’d you manage that?”
“Long story.” I smile, thinking of what brought Speedy and me together.
“Well, I saw that the Lakers are playing tonight. Figured you’d be watching.”
“Of course.”
“I’m gonna come round with pizza, and we can catch up over the game.”
“If it’s to talk about the dicks you sucked while you were in Vancouver, I’d rather not hear about it.”
Julian’s gay. But he’s in the closet, so to say. His closest friends know he’s gay but not the rest of the world. He’s an actor on a hit TV show, and the studio wants him in the closet.
He laughs again. “Spoilsport. Fine, no dirt on the dicks I sucked while I was away. But, FYI, it was a lot.”
“For fuck’s sake!” I sigh.
He laughs louder. “I’ll be round in twenty.”
“Fine. But don’t worry about bringing pizza. Speedy’s in the kitchen, making homemade pizza.”
Silence.
“Who the fuck is Speedy?”
“Ava. She’s living here. Taking care of me.”
“You have a woman living with you?”
“That’s another long story.”
“And it’s definitely one I want to hear. I’ll be there in ten.”
I laugh and hang up my cell. I get to my feet and hobble to the kitchen.
God, I can’t wait to get this fucking boot off. One more week to go, Tate said, and then I’m back to normal.
I walk into the kitchen, and she’s standing there, wearing an apron and rolling out pizza dough. She looks like a domestic goddess. And I want to fuck her right now. I wonder if we could slip in a quickie before Julian arrives.
“Hey, babe.” I move toward her.
She looks up at me and smiles.
Every time she smiles at me, it feels like a punch to the chest. And it’s a punch I want to receive.
“My buddy Julian just called. He’s back in town. He’s gonna come over in ten to watch the game.”
“You want me to make extra pizza for him?”
“That’d be great.”
“Anything he doesn’t like?”
I pause. “I don’t have a fucking clue. But he definitely likes meat.”
I laugh, and she looks at me funny.
“Never mind.”
I don’t share Julian’s sexual preferences with anyone. If he wants someone to know, then he’ll tell them himself.
“Okay, so I’ll make a meat feast and a barbeque chicken and garlic bread.”