Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Ari
I don’t know how to feel about what just happened.
My mind is going in a million different directions by the time I arrive home. The block is quiet in the middle of the night, and all the lights are off except mine.
I go inside, and my tortoise cat, Benjamin, immediately starts scolding me for missing his bedtime feeding. After feeding Benjamin his nightly wet food, I stalk around my two-bedroom bungalow and think about texting Maddie and cancelling the blind date.
But it’s now 1 a.m., and though Maddie is no doubt awake and still going over her to-do lists for the dance, I don’t want to encourage her lack of sleep.
Riley has always been a ride-or-die sister, but lately she’s been so caught up in her new relationship with Rowdy that I try not to bother her.
Foster got me so worked up I don’t know what to do with myself except take a cold shower and then crawl into bed, bone tired but still ridiculously horny.
Horny and guilty at the same time.
But horny wins out. I won’t sleep if I don’t take care of this.
I reach for my vibrator and turn it on.
Yes.
This is all I need. This is what I need to get him out of my system.
Foster was never in my system before, so it should be one simple session with Mr. Buzzy to get him out.
I take my vibrator under the covers because I never know when Benjamin is going to show up and stare at me. I could shut the door, but have you ever shut the door on the cat when you needed privacy? They can be worse than dogs.
Okay, so I have seen him occasionally at Magpie when Maddie and I take a drive up into the mountains, each of us taking turns as the designated driver.
And sure, I have made a mental note that he looks hot in his tight shirts as he’s throwing darts with Rowdy.
And yeah, maybe I’ve noticed the sculpted shoulders combined with the sexy dad bod before and wondered if he would be ticklish on that soft little belly of his.
But that doesn’t mean he was in my system.
No, what got him into my system was that extremely sudden, extremely sweaty and dirty makeout session.
I remember the way he looked at me right before he kissed me.
The way he licked my throat. How he made that rumbly, grumbly noise that vibrated through my skin.
How he stared at me while yanking off his shirt from back to front.
How? How do guys do that? And then the part when he sucked half my titty into his mouth and raked his teeth over my nipple…
I close my eyes and picture it, and I come so hard that my toes curl, and I come up off the bed.
Benjamin jumps down and gives a disapproving noise.
But me? I’m finally relaxed. Finally, my head is clear.
I feel sated, tingly, and smiley.
Rolling over, I take a drink from my big bedside bottle, then drift off to sleep.
On Friday, I’ll put on a pretty pink dress, meet the guy Maddie found for me, and give him a chance.
And I sincerely hope Foster will do the same. Well, not the part about the dress. He’ll probably wear a suit.
And I go to sleep picturing Foster—showered, hair combed, beard freshly oiled, and his body filling out a jacket and nice trousers instead of jeans.