Fourteen
Devon
When I wake on Sunday morning it takes me a moment to remember why my arse is throbbing.
And when I do, I’m torn between the feeling of utter contentment that’s an obvious result of being so thoroughly sated last night, and the minor freak out that’s happening over who I let into my body.
I roll over onto my stomach and bury my head in my pillow, letting out a loud groan.
I can’t believe I let Wes Holt fuck me last night.
And I can’t believe I loved it so much. And I can’t believe that, even now, all I can think about is having him inside me again.
That might be easier said than done, though, considering the way he took off right after coming inside me last night. I mean, the bastard didn’t even stop long enough to grab his t-shirt before he was running out the door like the hounds of hell were after him.
I groan again, punching at my pillow. Why the fuck am I attracted to this arsehole?
I reach out and grab my phone from where it’s charging on my bedside table before rolling onto my back. Then I bring up the contact that I’ve barely ever used before now.
Me: You know, usually when someone comes in my arse and then rushes out the door without even taking their shirt with them I get offended
He must have his phone on him because it doesn’t take long for a response to come through.
Wes Holt: It happens that often?
Me: You’d be surprised
Wes Holt: Maybe the prick had a reason for bolting
Me: Such as?
Wes Holt: An urgent game of shuffleboard
Despite myself, I can’t help letting out a snort of laughter at that.
Me: Pretty sure that’s the first time the words ‘urgent’ and ‘shuffleboard’ have been used in the same sentence
Wes Holt: In all seriousness, I’m sorry about bolting like that. It wasn’t cool
Well, there’s something I never thought I’d see: Wes Holt apologising? I’m half-tempted to make a snarky comment in response but decide to go the mature route instead.
Me: So why did you?
Wes Holt: Well my brain took back the reins from my dick and I realised I’d just fucked my sister’s ex-fiancée, who also happens to be my sworn enemy
Me: “Sworn enemy”? Are we comic book characters now?
Wes Holt: You tell me - “Daredevil”
I wince at the reference to our emails. How did he figure it out? Had he always known?
Me: Touché
Me: Did you know?
Wes Holt: Not until yesterday. I was complaining to Natasha about how you stopped replying to my emails and she insisted on reading them. She’s the one who made the connection. It seems really fucking obvious when you read them all together.
I let out a soft breath of laughter. At least I’m not the only one who feels like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner.
Me: And your immediate course of action was to storm over to my place and fuck my brains out?
Wes Holt: Obviously…
Wes Holt: Especially once I knew how much you’ve been fantasising about me ??
Fucking hell, he’s such an arsehole.
Me: Fucking hell, you’re such an arsehole
Me: And don’t try to pretend you didn’t admit to fantasising about me too
Wes Holt: I would never ??
Wes Holt: And now I have a ton off real-life footage for the wank bank
Me: I don’t want to sound like a prat but should I be concerned about the lack of condom usage last night?
Wes Holt: When have you ever worried about sounding like a prat before?
Wes Holt: But no, no need for concern. I’m completely healthy. On PrEP and get tested monthly like clockwork
Me: Monthly?? That seems like a lot
Wes Holt: ?????♂? Why is it a lot? I have regular casual sex where I rarely use condoms a) because it’s a hassle with the piercing and b) because why would I when I don’t need them for birth control?
and also c) because bare feels sooooo much better.
And also even though we take every safety precaution, wear gloves, never reuse needles etc you can still never be too careful in my line of work
Me: Fair points
Wes Holt: I’m working under the assumption Mr Pillar of Responsibility is up to date on all his checks…have I made an incorrect assumption?
I roll my eyes at the screen. Seriously, does he have any other setting than ‘arsehole’?
Me: ?? No
Me: Fucking prick
Wes Holt: Ouch. You cut me real deep with that one
Me: I genuinely hate you
Wes Holt: But you love my cock ??
Me: It’s okay…
Wes Holt: Devon, lies do not become us
Me: Are you quoting The Princess Bride right now?
Wes Holt: I’m actually impressed you recognised it
Me: It’s your sister’s favourite movie
Wes Holt: And there’s the bucket of ice water the conversation needed
I cringe. I know I should probably feel a hell of a lot more guilty about the fact that Wes is my ex-fiancée’s brother, but weirdly that’s not what’s bothering me about this situation. At least it’s not bothering enough to be a real factor.
Me: So what now?
Wes Holt: Well I guess that depends
Me: On what?
Wes Holt: On how guilty you feel right now
Jesus, was the bastard reading my mind?
Me: Would it be horrible to say not at all?
Wes Holt: Nope ??
Wes Holt: Although according to you I’m the devil, so I’m probably not a good judge of what’s horrible and what’s not
Me: Why does it depend on whether I feel guilty or not?
Wes Holt: Coz it’ll get real old if you start wringing your hands and worrying about what people will say every time we fuck
I roll my eyes at that. I won’t have to worry about what people say because I don’t plan on anyone finding out. Ever.
Me: Hey, I’m not the one who freaked out last night ?????♂?
Me: And I wasn’t exactly planning on making a royal announcement. No offence but being another notch on your mile long belt isn’t exactly something I’m proud of
Wes Holt: I do take offence at that, actually. It’s an honour and a privilege to be so thoroughly ploughed by me. Try to find someone else who can beat that bar now. I DARE YOU.
Me: You’re insufferable
Wes Holt: I’m off work at 3. Be naked and prepped by the time I get to your place
Me: That bucket of ice water is working wonders, I see…
Me: And did you consider I might have plans this afternoon?
Wes Holt: Cancel them
I let out a loud groan of annoyance and toss my phone onto my bed. “YOU ARE SUCH AN ARSEHOLE!”
But of course, I’m going to do exactly what he said, because my dick has officially taken over control of my senses.