Chapter 51 #3
“I wasn’t saying that because I wasn’t attracted to you or because I could never see anything happening.
I was just saying that to let her down gently.
” I grab Juniper by the neck and bring her towards me again.
“I think you're fucking sexy as hell. I want to take you right here, right now.
You can feel how hard I am, so you know I'm not lying.
But I respect you, and I care about you.
I want to ensure that I don't ruin whatever it is that we have just because I want to feel myself inside of you.”
She blushes a delicious color of pink, and I grin. “You see, you're too innocent for me. Even now, when we haven't really done anything, you're blushing. You're shy. Nervous.”
“I’m not that nervous,” she says, running her finger down my chest. “Maybe I want those things, as well. Maybe I’m okay going a little further than just a little kiss.”
“What we had was more than just a little kiss,” I say, chuckling. “My cock was nearly inside of you.”
“And maybe I’m okay with that,” she says. “Why don't you actually ask me before making decisions for me?”
“So, what are you saying?” I blink at her. “Are you saying that you—”
“Well, right now I'm saying that I want to get something to eat, so maybe put your shirt on, and let's go grab some food.”
“Oh, okay.” I'm disappointed now. “So, the other stuff is on or off the table?”
“What other stuff?” She blinks at me.
“You know, like me giving you your first orgasm.” I grin at her.
“I’ve had orgasms before, Remington.” She bursts out laughing. “I'm a virgin. Not new to the world of pleasure.”
I stare at her for a couple of seconds. “So, did these orgasms come from a boyfriend or a vibrator?”
She grins. “A very good vibrator that my best friend Poppy got me years ago.”
“I'm better than a vibrator,” I say, happy at her response. “Not that I like to boast.”
“I don’t know if you know how good vibrators are. I've been told by many friends who have had plenty of sex that men don't usually give them as much pleasure as the vibrators do.”
“Trust me,” I say, growling. “I consider that a challenge. And one day, I will prove to you that I am better than any vibrator that ever existed.”
“Oh, yeah?” she says, licking her lips nervously. “You'll prove that to me, will you?”
“I will.” My eyes are sparkling now at the look in her face. “Something tells me that you're up for that challenge.”
“I don't know if I am,” she says, looking away. “Maybe.”
“Maybe, huh?” I'm about to ask her if she wants to come over the next evening when my phone rings.
“You can take that,” she says.
I look down at the number and see that it's Abigail, a woman I had gone on a couple of dates with a few months ago. They'd gone pretty well, but then she'd had to jet over to India for a yoga retreat that she was teaching. “No, I'm not going to take this,” I say.
“Take it. It’s fine,” she says.
I answer the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey, Remington,” Abigail says in her sultry voice. “What are you doing?”
“I'm here in the office, actually. How are you?”
“I'm back in New York for a month or so before I head off to Costa Rica to teach a wellness retreat.”
“Awesome. Welcome back to the city.”
“I was wondering if you would like to grab dinner tonight.”
“I'm afraid I can’t,” I say, looking over at Juniper, who I can tell is listening to my side of the conversation, because she's so obviously looking in the other direction and not making eye contact with me.
“Oh, well, that's a pity. What about tomorrow?”
“I don't know if I can tomorrow. I'll have to check my schedule.”
“I'd really like to see you,” she says. Ppick up where we left off.”
I think back to where we left off, me inviting her back to my place, and then changing my mind and taking her to a hotel.
I think about us in the hotel with her in the bath, waiting for me.
I think about how I'd been about to take off my clothes when she started talking about having kids and wanting to know if I'd be a sperm donor, but doing it the old-fashioned way.
I told her I'd think about it, even though I had no interest.
“So, tomorrow?” she asks. “What do you think?”
“I'm not sure. I actually might have plans,” I say. “Look, can I give you a call back later?”
“Okay,” she says, sounding disappointed. “But I'll be thinking of you tonight when I play with myself.”
“Sounds good,” I say and hang up. I look back over at Juniper, and she looks annoyed. “What's wrong?”
“That was another woman.”
“How do you know it was a woman?”
“I could tell by the way you were talking and the fact that she was basically asking you to meet up tonight. You know what? I can go home if you want to go out with her and get laid.”
“Juniper,” I say, grabbing her hands and pulling her to me. “Stop. I’m not interested in these other women. I just want to focus on my relationship with Canyon and you know, work.”
“Yeah, because you’re not looking for a relationship, are you?”
“Exactly. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t both enjoy a little fun, right? I ask her softly.
Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, maybe we can come to a mutually exclusive arrangement.” I kiss her lips and then her neck. “Maybe we can give each other the release we both know we want.”