I drape my arm over her, and pull her tighter against me.
This is the only time I’ll ever have the chance to fall asleep with Avery in my arms, or with any woman in my arms. It’s one of the sacrifices I’ve made for Piper. Fuck them, yes. Hold them, no. No relationships, no women in my bed. Since I was twenty two.
On Wednesday I would’ve been out of here by now. But after hanging out with Avery all day yesterday, and tonight, I don’t know. I can’t bring myself to leave yet.
“This was good,” Avery says.
“Real good.”
My body is heavy, and I close my eyes.
Shit. The alarm clock says it’s four a.m. I’d planned on resting for ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. Not half the night.
“I have to go,” I whisper in Avery’s ear, not wanting to wake her.
“No,” she moans.
“No choice.”
I kiss her hair, rub my hand over her shaved pussy one last time, and get out of the bed as smoothly as I can. After finding my clothes in the other bedroom, I dress and leave.
Without making a sound, I open my door and sneak into my house. Darla jolts up on the couch, her hair springing around her.
“Holy shit, you two are machines,” Darla says.
“Is everything okay with Piper?”
“Yeah, she’s a great kid. We had lots of fun. Any time you two want another fuck fest, you just let me know. I’m happy to come hang with Piper and give you two fun time.”
I grunt, wanting her to leave before she ruins my good mood.
“You don’t have to worry about how long I stay, I’ve got my iPad. I just FuckTimed my boy toy is all. Poor thing, he’s going to have a hard time cleaning his keyboard. All that jizz getting underneath the keys and all.”
What the fuck is her problem? I glare at her in silence.
“Anyway, you better have taken care of Avery’s needs, and not just your own, Mister.”
Shocked, tired, my lip snarls at her.
“I’m going to bed,” I say, and walk up the stairs.
Avery
I wake up at seven, a ball of energy. Despite all the physical activity last night, I haven’t felt this good in months.
I’m overflowing with ideas for my vlogs, thanks to Knox. Ideas about things that never even occurred to me before. Or things Nathan would never do. The facesitting, the spanking, the shaving. Fuck me, Knox is good.
Though despite all the incredible sex, the memory that warms me more than anything else, surprisingly, is the laughing and dancing. Although falling asleep in his arms was pretty fucking nice, too. Being with Knox was pure fun.
Just like having supper with him the other night was fun.
Remembering the rules, I sigh. This is an itch-scratching arrangement, and I can’t forget that. I have to get better at suppressing my emotions, is all.
Darla is still asleep. I don’t even know what time Knox left last night. After closing her door to let her sleep in peace, I shower, dress and go into my fake bedroom to shoot some of my new ideas.
Holy shit, this place looks like a bomb went off in it. Dried puddles of shaving cream dot the new carpet, the stuff from my shelves and lingerie rack are strewn around the room, and the bed is a caved-in mess.
I spend half an hour quietly tidying, going over and over what I want to video in my head before I forget it. The bed is a nightmare to get to look good again, and I end up flipping the mattress so there’s no massive ditch in the middle.
Finally I’m ready to shoot my video. Shit. A last careful look in the mirror, and I realize my neck is covered in hickeys. I run the tips of my fingers over the marks. Instead of anger, my mind is filled with the memory of Knox giving them to me, and I have to adjust myself before my panties get too wet.
After digging around in my closet, I find a pretty pink scarf and fasten it around my neck to hide the hickeys. Back in my fake bedroom, I hit record and I start talking.
“Ladies, if you find a man who knows what he’s doing. I mean one who really knows how to treat your body, someone just so utterly amazing he blows your mind, hold onto him tight. Even if it is just a fuck-buddy relationship. Because those men are unicorns, and I think we all know how much every little girl dreams of finding a unicorn. But don’t worry guys, I’m here to teach you how to become a unicorn. Or at least a white horse. Guys, you become one of those types of lovers, and your woman will be begging you to do whatever you want to her.”
How would I have made this video with Nathan as my reference point? That man wasn’t any sort of special, and he certainly didn’t treat my body like I was special.
I talk a bit more, about how a man can learn, trying to give them hope — and more importantly, make them want to watch the rest of my videos and become one of my subscribers.