Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry again about missing the Hamptons trip,” I said as we strolled.
“No biggie. Your work upstate is important.”
“Thanks for understanding. We’re getting to the end of the project, and it’s gonna be nice to finally see it finished. What’s the point of all that work if we can’t complete it, right? I’m really grateful, but I still can’t believe they reinstated our permit.”
I’d told Lacey before that the woman I’d been involved with also volunteered in Seneca Falls, so I was expecting her to ask whether I’d seen Alex this past weekend. But she never did, and I certainly wasn’t going to offer that information.
“Tell me more about your trip,” I finally said, happy to change the subject.
“Have you ever played pickleball?” she asked.
“I haven’t, but it seems to be all the rage lately.”
“I played a couple of times while I was there,” she said. “It was so much fun, like a cross between tennis and ping-pong.”
“I feel like I’m hearing about it left and right. I might need to try it.”
“That’s definitely a sign you should try it. It’s actually been around since the sixties. But it’s only gotten popular recently. Don’t laugh, but I think I’m gonna join a pickleball club here in the City.”
“Why would I laugh at that? Because it’s the modern-day version of a bowling league?” I knocked into her playfully.
“That’s exactly what it is.” She giggled. “And I’m not even ashamed.”
“You shouldn’t be. Anything to blow off steam.”
“I’m not doing much else to blow off steam lately.” She winked.
Ugh. There it was. The elephant in the room. The fact that I hadn’t initiated sex yet, while she’d made it clear more than once that she was down to have some fun with me. She wasn’t even asking for a commitment. Was I crazy not to jump at the chance?
I pretended I didn’t get her innuendo and pushed forward. “So, besides pickleball, what else did you do?”
Lacey told me more about her trip until we finally got to the restaurant, an Asian-fusion place that had been recommended to her by a co-worker. The food was perfect. The ambience was perfect. Everything was perfect except for the fact that I still didn’t know how to approach the evening once we left this place.
I had officially reached the shit-or-get-off-the-pot portion of this courtship. It wasn’t fair to keep playing dumb when Lacey had been nothing but clear with me this entire time. So as we exited the restaurant, I decided to make the first move for once. “We’re closer to your place than mine,” I blurted.
“I was thinking that myself.” She batted her lashes. “Are you saying you’d like this night to continue?”
“Well, it’s too late for you to teach me how to play pickleball, but I’m sure we can find something else to do.”
She beamed. “I think we can.”
That was it. I was going to do it. There was no way I could back down now—because that would be fucking rude. My stomach was in knots as we hopped on the subway and headed toward her neighborhood. I tried to convince myself it was something I’d eaten, rather than my lingering uncertainty.
When she opened the door to her place, I realized Lacey had a tiny apartment. It was one of the smaller studios I’d seen in the City.
I looked around. “This is…”
“Small.” She laughed.
“How do you fit all your stuff?”
“I’m sort of forced into minimalism. My couch turns into a bed, and then there’s storage underneath.” She blushed. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty of room for two.”
“I wasn’t too concerned.” I laughed nervously, feeling like an inexperienced teenager. I didn’t even recognize myself right now. I was the same guy who’d fucked Alex into oblivion against a hotel room wall, and yet with my nerves right now, you’d think I hadn’t had sex in years.
I can do this.
It’ll be good for me.
I need to move on.
Before I could think any more, Lacey had wrapped her hands around my face and brought me in for a kiss. I opened my mouth and let her tongue in. She pressed her little body against mine. My heart began to race. She could probably feel it, and she would likely misinterpret the reason.
You’re doing this.
You can’t stop it now.
My heart beat even faster as she led me over to the couch and pulled me on top of her. I willed myself to kiss her faster, to feel more, to get into it. But the faster and deeper I kissed her, the more forced it felt. My body was tight, and everything was stiff—except my dick. She moved to sit on top of me.
How could I not be hard right now? I had a beautiful woman straddling me.
Then Lacey lifted her top over her head, revealing her black satin bra.
It felt like a virtual timer had been set. Past experience told me I didn’t have too much time before I’d be expected to stick my dick inside of this woman. And considering my dick seemed to be taking a break tonight, that was a problem. The larger problem, however, was the realization that even if somehow my dick were able to get hard, this didn’t feel right.