Page 12 of Just A Hook Up

“Sandwiches and light finger food,” I decided.

He rolled toward me, his big hands caressing my mound with a gentle touch. “What if the finger food I want is right here?”

I drew in a sharp breath, my heart fluttering. “Then…you’re in luck because that’s on the menu.”

He sealed his mouth to mine. I tasted myself on his lips. I groaned, falling back as he pushed forward, his finger dipping inside me. I couldn’t possibly go another round…

Or could I?

But we were out of condoms.

I remembered Jaymee’s stash. I wiggled out from beneath him, wrapping a sheet around me, saying, “Hold that thought…I’ll be right back…”

My last look before dipping out to raid my best friend’s condom drawer was an eyeful of rock hard, ever-ready cock, and I nearly tripped in my haste to hustle back.

Just a hook-up.

No feelings. No attachments.

I was scratching an itch.

Got it.