Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
That earns me a naughty smile. “We do.”
“So, you can kiss me anytime. Think of it as part of the whole sex thing and girlfriend lessons. It’s like we’re…” I cast about for the word I thought of earlier. “Un-dating.”
His brown eyes sparkle. “That’s what I was calling it in my head before too.”
“And while we’re un-dating we can…wait. What’s the un-dating equivalent of sex?”
His brow knits. “It’s not de-sexing. I don’t ever want to de-sex. And un-sexing should not be a thing either.”
I grab my phone from the coffee table and look up prefixes. He slides closer and we huddle together, checking out a list of prefixes online. “Oh! Extra is an option.” I try it on for size. “Extra-sexing. Maybe, but that also sounds like it’s beyond sex.”
“What’s beyond sex? Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know about a world beyond sex,” he says, then peers at the screen, then at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Super,” he says, lingering on that word like it’s a tasty treat.
“We’re super-sexing,” I say, nodding too, liking that a lot. Except as we stare at the list once again, there’s another prefix that feels just a bit better. I turn to him right as he’s turning to me, and in unison we say, “Ultra-sexing.”
“Let’s ultra-sex and un-date,” he says.
“Deal,” I say, then I grab another cookie and make a show of dipping it into milk before I bite it. He grabs one and makes a show of crunching into it dry.
As we snack, we plan our next un-date.
When we’re done, I’m glad I faced all the questions I had earlier head-on. But one issue still nags at me. I want to let it go, but I can’t. So I clear my throat. “Carter?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you friends with Izzy first?”
“Huh. I haven’t really thought about her in a while,” he says, a little stunned, it seems, that I brought her up.
But he hasn’t answered me, so I press. “Were you? I thought you said you were when you told me about her.”
Something like regret flashes in his eyes. “Sort of. She’s a friend of Hayden’s,” he says. Hayden’s the kicker on his team. “And we’d all do karaoke together and stuff.”
Stuff. All the stuff I missed when I was in Los Angeles with my ex. I could have been doing that stuff with Carter. But you can’t change the past, or your past choices. You can only make better ones in the present.
“And then we started seeing each other one night after we all went to Japantown,” he adds, but there’s a curt sort of finality to it.
Still, I need to know. “So she was a friend, but she’s not in your life now?”
His jaw tics, then he lets out a long breath. There’s a touch of irritation in it. He’s like that every now and then when he doesn’t want to talk about things. “Rachel, she’s not like a way back friend. Besides, she broke it off when I missed a date,” he grumbles, then drags a hand through his hair.
I’ve touched a sore spot. “Sorry I asked,” I say, since no one likes to talk about exes. Especially Carter.
He waves a hand dismissively. “It’s fine. She’s an ex. That’s all.”
She’s also an ex-friend, which worries me. But I’m not going to belabor the point. Because part of the point is that his exes didn’t entirely understand him. That he’s sometimes late. That he sometimes forgets. Maybe he didn’t tell them about his ADHD. Whatever the reason, I’m not going to push about Izzy’s absence in his life. “I get it,” I say, trying to be as upbeat as I can about it.
“Good. Now Let’s talk about something else.”
“Like what?” I ask, letting him lead so I don’t poke a wound again.
He smirks, then he grabs my hips and, in one swift move, tugs me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
“Like asking for what you want. I’ll go first.” He pauses, his eyes glinting with no doubt very dirty thoughts. “How sore are you?” he asks as he lifts his hips, grinding up into me. Letting me feel the ridge of his cock again. He’s semi-hard.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. But I didn’t stop going to HIIT classes even though I could barely move after the first one.
Besides, this is what I wanted at my breakup party. So I swivel my hips, rocking against his growing erection. Time to show him what a good student I can be. “I mean, I did say a week or so ago that I wanted to get back on the horse,” I point out helpfully.
He lifts a hand and runs his thumb along my jawline. “You should ride me, baby,” he says, and he’s all the way hard now.