I move one hand over his dark hair and the other down his back reassuringly. I can’t make any promises, but I’m trying.
He stays that way for a few minutes, his semi-hard cock still inside me, before he speaks again. “Let’s go to bed, beautiful.”
I expect him to pull out of me, but he doesn’t. He simply stands, walking with me wrapped around him like some kind of monkey. We don’t make it far down the hall before his cock goes hard again inside me and I moan, starting to ride him as his long stride slows down.
“Fuck,” he curses, leaning against the wall for support. I take advantage of the stop and grind my wet pussy over him. “If you’re trying to kill me”—he tugs my hair—“I don’t even care, because this would be one helluva way to go,” he growls before his mouth claims mine in a hot kiss.
We don’t make it to the bedroom—at least not for another two tries. We do, however, check two spots off our list of places in his house to fuck—the hallway wall and the hallway floor. I fall asleep with my head on his chest, sleeping more peaceful than I have in months.
WE SPENT A lot of time together over the following weeks. Although I still won’t give in to calling us a couple, we are definitely something. It’s the morning of the Hallmark holiday otherwise known as Valentine’s Day and I am terrified. I never, ever, like, ever in my twenty-five years of being on this Earth have ever gone out with a man on Valentine’s Day. To say that, when he asked me, I was shaking in my boots would be an understatement.
It’s a Wednesday, not exactly the perfect day for the ‘most romantic day of the year,’ as the TV kept calling it, but I don’t mind. Work kept me busy during the morning, and I am now getting ready to meet Hannah and Beth for lunch. My best friend called me last night asking if I’d be able to make lunch work today. It sounded important, so I rescheduled an appointment to fit it into my day. Hannah makes her own hours working at the massage clinic and Beth is currently in between jobs. She got her degree in business management and worked for the same construction company in town since. They recently went under and she was left high and dry, without a job.
The place we are meeting for lunch is only a five-minute walk from the salon. When I step inside the restaurant, I don’t see them anywhere, so I put in my name with the hostess and take a seat. My ass barely hits the cushion by the time a wave of chatter comes bursting through the front door, so I immediately stand back up.
“You’re so bloody nosy, Han,” Beth snaps as she walks in.
“Well, if you weren’t being so damn sneaky about everything, I wouldn’t have to be,” Hannah chirps back.
They both stop when they notice the wide-eyed hostess staring at them, and I have to bite back a laugh. The Rhodes sisters can be a handful—or well, a shovelful is probably more accurate. They see me coming over and swallow me into a hug when I reach them. The Rhodes sisters are also huggers. Big-time huggers.
“Hey, buttheads.” I grin at them once they’ve pull away. I’ve been so busy between the salon and spending all this time with Jami that I feel like I haven’t seen them in a while. Shocking, I know, considering that I live with Beth, but she has been disappearing more and more often and I frequently spend nights at Jami’s house.
It doesn’t take long before we’re seated in a booth—Hannah and I on one side, Beth on the other. We spend a few minutes chatting about the usual suspects: work, family, shows etc. I even let them ask me about Jami. They all want to know if we’re a ‘couple,’ but I’m just comfortable with the way it is now and don’t want to rush anything. It’s easy to realize that something’s up with my friends. Hannah’s fidgeting and playing with her food, which she never does, and Beth looks like she’s off on another planet entirely.
“What the hell is going on with you two?” I ask, darting my eyes between them both.
Hannah chews on her bottom lip, looking at me and then at Beth. “I’m worried about you,” she blurts out.
Beth looks absolutely livid. Uh oh. I just got roped into some kind of dating intervention for Beth and I didn’t even know it. Thanks for the heads-up, Han!
“I told you! I’m fine!” Beth practically spits fire across the table at her sister.
Might as well ask what I’ve wanted to know. “If everything is so fine, why don’t you talk about him? You always talk about the guys you’re seeing with us. If everything is so fine, why haven’t we met him yet?” I narrow my eyes at her.
“Oh great! You’re both going to gang up on me now. Is that what’s happening here?” Beth accuses, waving her hands in the air.