“I tried to comment on the unicorn video,” I cringe again when he says unicorn, “But my account’s been banned. Apparently you can’t make threatening comments.”
“Did you make other comments on my videos?”
He kisses my forehead, and says, “Yes.”
My brow creases as I try to understand what he’s saying. He was banned? Was he the troll?
“Jerk, how dare you make all those comments about me.”
“You were supposed to appreciate them.”
“This is insane. First you don’t tell me you knew about my videos, now you’re telling me you were my troll. Do you know how upsetting those types of comments are to me?”
“Why? You should be thanking me.”
That’s it. “Get out of me,” I demand, pushing him.
“What the fuck, baby?” he says, kneeling back. “I shouldn’t have told you. I didn’t have to, you know. But since you’re posting about me now, I thought it would be the nice thing to do.”
In my mind, I’m leaping to my feet in outrage. In reality, my legs are like fucking jelly, and they’re not leaping anywhere. My mind races over everything he’s said and done.
Fuck. The shaving. Shit. The shower. The hard, fast fuck. Wearing the blue top to suck him off.
Knox looks at me. “That Hung like a Donkey guy was saying some nasty things to you. I thought you would appreciate your… unicorn protecting you.”
I understand. A smile spreads across my face. He’s not my troll.
“That’s why you wanted me to wear the blue top while I sucked you off, isn’t it?”
Now it’s his turn to look awkward. Knox looks away and for a second, his breathing pauses.
“You’ve probably been over there watching that video, jerking off and dreaming of me giving you the best blow job ever. Am I right?”
Knox leans down, grabs my head and pulls it close to his mouth. “So what if I did,” he growls.
Holy shit, I wasn’t expecting that answer. He did? He admitted that? Butterflies explode in my chest.
Breathlessly, I say, “I hope the real thing lived up to your expectations.”
“Better, even,” Knox says, and crushes his lips against mine.
Our kiss has all the heat and passion as the earlier one in the bathroom. For a moment, I think we’re going to start all over again.
He breaks the kiss, and says “I have to get some work done.”
“So do I.”
“What are you going to say about me today?”
“Nothing. You’re not always the subject, you know. In fact, you barely ever are.” There goes my idea for today. I’ll have to do a question-answering video to make up for it.
“Let me know if you need any help. I’ll be more than happy to give you some more ideas.”
Knox leaves the room. His clothes are still in the bathroom. I’d follow him to get my bathrobe but my body is still tingling so much that I can’t bring myself to get off the bed.
He returns, carrying his clothes, and sits on the edge of the bed to dress.
“Are you at your car thing tonight?”
“Every Monday.”
“Want me to watch Piper?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, she’s a cool kid. You’ve done a great job raising her,” I say, and immediately feel foolish. Is it weird to tell a guy you think he’s a good parent?
Knox turns his head to me, his eyebrows raised, “You think so?”
I manage to crawl over to him, and drape myself over his back.
“Absolutely. Piper sure is lucky to have such a great dad.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I feel like an idiot. Why did I say that? Just because I think it. I have to get better at this arrangement. It’s sex, nothing more.
How can I make it nothing more?
Knox stands to pull up his shorts, and I slump back onto the bed. He does up the button, and I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay and hang out with me all day. But I know we both have mortgages to pay.
“See ya,” he says, and steps towards the bedroom door.
“If you want a nice lunch break, you know where I am,” I say.
He grunts as he goes through the door. Maybe the father comments were too much. Too far out of a fuck-buddy agreement.
A second later, he pokes his head back in the door, and says, “Come for dinner tonight, before I go.”
“Sure,” I say, filled with relief as the butterflies fill my chest again.
“We eat early tonight, I leave at five thirty.”
Knox’s feet are heavy as he walks away. “Okay,” I call out as he thumps down the stairs.
“I still don’t know why you’re so angry at me for attacking that other poster,” he yells up from the bottom of the stairs.