21. Lying Bitches, Hookers, and Quesadillas
21
Hadley
My cheeks hurt. I can’t stop smiling. Today is a good fucking day.
The girls will be here any minute, and despite my best efforts, I can’t force myself to relax and act normal. I had every intention of playing this cool, acting like what happened last night was no big deal. We didn’t even get naked!
But it is a big deal.
I’ve given myself plenty of love over the years, and my vibrator has always gotten the job done. But having an orgasm ignited by a man, by Foster?
Incomparable.
I was a little disappointed when he insisted that it was all for me, and he didn’t want me to help him find his own release, but that feeling dissipated a while later when I came out of my room. I was headed toward the kitchen for a glass of water, but I ended up turning creeper for a moment, pausing to listen silently at the bathroom door. I could hear the shower running, and after a few seconds, the ick-factor of my actions sent my guilt skyrocketing. I turned to go, then I froze when I heard Foster, his voice deep and raspy, moan my name.
It took me a moment to process what I was hearing, but when realization dawned, I hightailed it back to my room. I could drink from the bathroom faucet.
The sound of the front door opening and Skye calling out a hello snaps me out of the memory, and I rise from my chair at the breakfast table to walk out and meet her. She doesn’t work until tonight, so she’s here early to make some refried beans while I cook up a few cheese quesadillas for our lunch. Tessa and Roxy rearranged their employee scheduling to get the lunch shift off, and they’ll be here shortly. I texted them last night to invite them over so I could tell them all about my date with Foster, and we planned this lunch together. The guys are at practice until five, so we’ll have plenty of time to discuss this newest development in private.
“So, what happened?” Skye asks as I take the bag of ingredients from her and lead the way into the kitchen.
“Nope,” I say as I set the bag on the counter. “Not until Tessa and Roxy get here.”
“Holy shit.”
I look up to see Skye staring at me with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open. When she doesn’t say anything more, I arch a brow.
“What?”
“You got laid.”
“What?” I repeat, this time in a higher pitch. “I did not.”
“You’re glowing, Had. You’ve got that freshly fucked look about you.” She pauses and looks around. “Is he still here? Naked and chained to your bed, perhaps?”
“Stop,” I say with a laugh, bumping her out of the way with my hip so I can grab a flat frying pan out of the cabinet for the quesadillas and a small pot for the beans.
She’s joking, of course, using her over the top allegations to try to trick me into telling her what really happened before the others get here. She chuckles, then levels a pointed stare at me.
“For real, though, you are glowing.”
“Thanks,” I say, giving her my back as I walk toward the stove. “I bought this new moisturizer that works great. I’ll text you the link.”
“Lying bitch,” she growls, yanking open a drawer to find the can opener.
“I love you, too,” I call out over my shoulder in a syrupy-sweet voice.
She raises a hand and flips me off, making me laugh again. Skye is grumpy as hell if she doesn’t eat before noon, and she obviously skipped breakfast this morning. Heading for the pantry, I grab a granola bar from the box on the shelf. Moving back toward her, I set it on the counter and tap it with my finger.
“Eat before you turn into any more of a beast.”
“Thanks,” she says on a sigh and snatches up the bar before tearing into the packaging.
“You’re welcome.”
The front door opens and Tessa and Roxy’s voices drift toward us. I’m grabbing the cheese from the fridge when they walk in. Roxy heads toward Skye as she greets us, grabbing the can opener from the counter and getting to work on the cans of beans while Skye finishes her granola bar. When I look over at Tessa, she’s gone still, looking at me with her head cocked.
“What?” I ask when she continues to stare.
“You’re glowing.”
“She got laid last night,” Skye says through a mouthful of granola.
“What?” Roxy shouts.
“I did not,” I say with an exaggerated eye roll as I set the grated cheese on the counter and head into the pantry for the tortillas.
“Something happened with Foster,” Tessa says in a confident tone.
I look at her for a moment, my lips twitching into a grin as I nod and say, “Something happened with Foster.”
She squeals and rushes forward, peppering me with questions. I staunchly refuse to talk about it until lunch is ready and we’re seated at the table. The three of them groan and gripe, but get to work helping prepare the food. We talk about mundane things, keeping the conversation light until we have four plates filled with quesadilla triangles and beans topped with cheese and sour cream.
“Okay, spill,” Roxy says the moment our asses hit our chairs.
Skye picks up a quesadilla and drags it through her beans before taking a big bite. She groans with relief as she chews, and I smile as I follow suit. Tessa and Roxy, however, don’t touch their food. They just stare at me expectantly as I take a bite and chew slowly.
“Hooker,” Roxy grits out in a warning tone, and I laugh.
“Okay, fine,” I say once I swallow the food in my mouth. “He made me dinner.”
Roxy nods, waving a hand in the air. “We know that much. He came over to prep everything, and fuck, that man is like a master chef, or something.”
“What did he make?” Tessa asks, and Roxy sighs loudly, obviously impatient to get to the good parts.
“Lamb chops with a mustard thyme sauce, an arugula salad, and mushroom risotto.”
“Holy shit,” she says. “That is fancy.”
“It was delicious. He’s truly talented.”
“Any other talents we should know about?” Roxy asks while waggling her eyebrows.
“She’ll get there,” Tessa says, narrowing her gaze at Roxy.
“Eventually,” Skye groans, tearing into another quesadilla triangle.
“Afterward, we danced. He made me an honest to God mix tape.”
“No shit?” Skye asks, her eyebrows hiked up. “Impressive.”
“And romantic,” Tessa coos.
“It was,” I say. In a dreamy voice, I add, “Then he kissed me.”
“How was it?” Roxy asks.
“Perfect. Everything was perfect. He pulled me over to the couch and onto his lap, and we kissed for a long time, until…”
“Until?” Tessa asks with bated breath.
“Until I…finished,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat with the admission.
“You dry-humped ‘til you came?” Skye asks, then yelps as the table rattles. Leaning over she rubs her leg, whining, “Ow. Shit, Tessa. Why’d you do that?”
Tessa just shakes her head before turning a wide smile on me. “That’s amazing, Hadley.”
“What happened after?” Roxy asks. “You guys didn’t do anything else?”
I shake my head. “He said last night was all about me. That giving me pleasure brought him pleasure. Then he kissed me good night and we went to bed…in our own rooms.”
I don’t mention the gushing orgasm or hearing Foster take care of himself in the shower. The former is way too embarrassing, and the latter? Well, that’s Foster’s business and far too private for me to be sharing.
The girls are all smiles, high-fiving each other and me on a perfectly romantic and satisfying date. I blush through their lewd comments, but I expected this, so I just smile and sit quietly until they fall quiet.
Tessa looks over at me, chewing her food thoughtfully. When she swallows and takes a drink of water, she asks, “How was it seeing him this morning?”
My shoulders slump a bit. “I didn’t see him. He left for the facility before I came downstairs. But he left me this.”
I grin as I hop up and head into the kitchen. Pulling open a drawer, I pull out a sheet of paper with a strong, masculine scrawl printed across it. Heading back to the table, I set the note in the middle so they can all read it.
Good morning, beautiful. I have a long day at the practice facility, but I should be home by six. I can’t wait to see you.
Foster
“Home, huh?” Roxy asks.
“You noticed that, too? What do you think it means?” I say breathlessly.
“Don’t read too much into it. He lives here for the time being, so of course, he considers it home,” Skye says, ever the pragmatist.
I look at Tessa, and she shrugs. “Skye could be right, or it could mean you’re becoming his home.”
I feel a ripple of excitement, then scoff at myself. No. Skye’s probably right. I mean, he’s only been here a couple of weeks, and we just had our first date. I shouldn’t read too much into it.
“And that bit about not being able to wait to see you?” Tessa asks with a smirk.
“That’s good, right?” I ask, my smile widening.
“Better than good,” she says with a soft grin. “I’m so happy for you!”
We move on to other topics while we finish lunch. The girls stay long enough to help me clean up, then we hug goodbye before they walk out, leaving me alone with my chaotic thoughts.
That note makes me think things won’t be overly awkward when Foster gets home. At least not on his end. Whether or not I freak out, blushing like an idiot remains to be seen.
I sit on the couch and turn on the TV, hoping some mindless television will help pass the time and keep my brain occupied. I stretch out along the sofa on my side, and soon, my eyelids grow heavy.
I give in to the need to close them, and within seconds, I’m out like a light.