Page 38 of Stay with Me

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m good, great. Be even better if I could do something about this.” He pressed himself against me.

My soulless ass said, “Then do something about it.”

He brushed his lips across my shoulder. “I think I will.”

“Ryan, I’m supposed to be avoiding relationships, because I don’t do so well with them,” I said, as he lifted my leg. “But I’ve been seeing you and no one else for like a month, and now…this.”

As he glided inside of me, he released a moan, and said, “Don’t worry about it. This isn’t a relationship. Hell, I don’t even believe in relationships, baby.”

I closed my eyes and clawed at the carpet. “Oh, shit, Ryan…”

“Baby…damn, you feel good,” he whispered in my ear as he bit down on my earlobe.

It hurt, but I kind of liked it, although not nearly as much as I liked feeling him stretch me to capacity. He slid his arm under my leg, holding it up while clamping his mouth to my neck and sucking on my flesh, burying himself inside of me over and over again. I slapped the floor as he thrusted deeper and deeper, bit my bottom lip as the expected orgasm caused my stomach to quiver. Once he released, he grabbed me and held me tight, planting gentle kisses on my bare back.

18

I didn’t have a chance to process what he said until the next morning.

I don’t believe in relationships.

I don’t know why that bothered me since I was supposed to be avoiding relationships myself, but it did. And as I sat in my bedroom the next morning, I actually felt kind of stupid. My ridiculous sister was right. In my mind, I had turned what Ryan and I were doing into a relationship when he’d made no indication that was what it was. I just couldn’t help myself! Something was seriously wrong with me. I mean, the man was only in town for four more months. Who tries to build a relationship on those terms? My dumb ass, that’s who.

I shook my head as I reached down and laid my hand on my sore yoni. It was a good soreness. Shit, it was a great soreness. A superb soreness. But it was also a reminder of just how slow my ass was. Therefore, when Harrison called me later that day, I answered for the first time in weeks. And when he invited me out to dinner, I accepted. It was time to go back to my original plan, so when Ryan texted me, Hey, baby. Can’t wait to see u this evening, I didn’t reply.

I might not be shit, but I can admit when I’m wrong. When I said all pussy is the same? Well, I was wrong. Dead wrong. I had never felt anything as good as being inside Angela Strickland. EVER. She had me sitting at work, reminiscing and fantasizing. I was straight up feenin’ for her. I started to call her or go home to see her during my lunch break, get another taste of her, but knew once we got started, I wasn’t going to be able to leave her. After work, we could have a little dinner and spend the rest of the evening working on dessert.

When I made it to my place, I rushed inside and took a shower, got dressed, and headed over to Angela’s, because she was literally the only thing on my mind. She answered the door with a smile, wearing a short black dress and a pair of high heels that made her legs look good enough to lick from knee to toe and back.

“Hey,” she said. “I was just on my way out.”

“Oh, where you headed?” I asked, wishing I could get inside that apartment and tear that dress off her.

“On a date,” she said matter-of-factly, as she dug in her purse and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. I licked my lips as she glided the tube across hers.

I chuckled. “For real, you going somewhere with your sisters or something?”

“No, Ryan, I’m going on a date.”

“With a man?”

“Yes, with a man.”

My eyes widened. “After last night? You’re going on a date after last night?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, and I’m running late, couldn’t figure out what to wear. So if you’ll excuse me…”

I stood there in her doorway and stared at her. “How the hell you gonna go on a date after what we shared last night? That meant nothing to you?”

She sighed. “I didn’t say that, but you made it clear you don’t want a relationship, that this is not a relationship, and since this is not a relationship, that means I’m free to go on a date. Again, excuse me.”

“Fine, then. We’re in a relationship.” I couldn’t believe I said that shit.

“You don’t believe in relationships.”

“I do now.”