Page 36 of An Ex Affair

She winced and I felt an arrow of regret for my sharp tone. “You’re getting better at being mean to me.”

She wasn’t wrong. Back when we divorced, I hadn’t been angry. I’d been devastated. The anger came later, after she’d already left for greener pastures. I never said mean things to her during our divorce because I was just so emotionally spun out. I’d tried to desperately hold on to her, which in hindsight had probably made her more determined to leave me.

“Still not telling me why you’re here.”

Tully nodded, the tips of her fingers messing with the sheet where it touched her legs. “You know how you said chemistry was never our problem?” I didn’t answer, but I nodded my agreement. “Well, I was thinking that maybe that’s where we went wrong. We were highly attracted to each other as teens. We took that attraction and forced a marriage on it. Maybe we should have just fucked each other’s brains out.”

I choked and had to clear my throat. Young Tully would never have spoken so clearly. I also wholeheartedly disagreed with her. Sure, there was heavy attraction, but I’d also loved her with every fiber of my being. There was no forcing when it came time to get married. It had been as natural as breathing to want to tie myself to this woman until I took that last breath. But Tully began to wave her hands through the air, latching on to this theory of hers.

“And clearly the attraction is still there, even after all this time. So, I got to thinking. We’re both single and adults. Maybe we should do things differently this time. We should just be fuck buddies.”

I felt a little like Cleveland, Mom’s most ornery goat that she was trying to train to do tricks. Poised to jump up and snatch that treat out of Mom’s hand, he knew there’d be other hoops to jump through but he wanted that snack so badly he’d accept all the other bullshit he’d have to do later.

Folding my arms across my chest to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down on this bed, I evaluated what she was offering. “You want a sex-only relationship.”

Tully shook her head. “No. Not a relationship at all. No feelings, no commitments, just sex.”

She was basically offering what every man dreams of.

And I didn’t fucking want it.

Okay. Wait. Yes, I did.

“Fuck!” I muttered, hands scrubbing over my face.

Tully must have lost patience watching me wrestle with myself about this issue because she stripped her T-shirt over her head and stood there at my bedside with a pair of flimsy shorts on and nothing else. My gaze dropped to her boobs because it was physically impossible not to. They’d gotten slightly bigger over the years, though still small by most women’s standards. They were fucking perfect. Especially without being covered in mud this time.

“Tully,” I groaned.

She hooked her thumbs in her shorts, ready to strip out of those too. If she did that, there’d be no going back. No decision to be made. She’d have made my decision for me. Again.

“Wait!”

She froze, looking so gorgeous and eager I was going to punch myself in the face later for stopping her.

“My mother’s sleeping right across the way. This doesn’t feel right.” Maybe it was from all those years dating her when we were teenagers and having to sneak around. Or maybe it was just the fact that if I ever got inside that pussy again, I wasn’t going to stop until Tully was screaming my name to the high heavens. Mom didn’t need to be witness to that.

“Where, then?” Tully asked, rubbing her thighs together like she just couldn’t wait. Not gonna lie, I liked seeing her hot and bothered for me. Liked it very much.

I grinned. I might just die from lack of blood flow to the rest of my body, but at least I’d have this in my memory: Tully standing half naked before me, begging me to have sex with her. It somehow soothed some of the pride that had been ripped to shreds when she left me.

“Where we used to always sneak out to, I guess.” I didn’t have a house and neither did she, but we’d find a way to make it work.

Tully’s bottom lip rolled, a familiar pout that used to have me jumping to attention to solve whatever had made her upset. I was done jumping.

“Are you sure? I can be quiet.” Her hand lifted, fingertips trailing up her stomach and under one breast to cup herself.

I shook my head, even as I pushed down on my straining erection. “Nah. You’re gonna have to work for me this time, Cassio.”

I’d been the one to pursue her all those years ago. I’d pursued her hard and it had worked. Until it didn’t. If she wanted me now, even just for sex, she’d have to pursueme. The shift in the power dynamic between us felt damn good.

Tully’s hand dropped to stroke my thigh on top of the sheet that still covered me. “At least let me have a little taste. You gave me a good idea back there at the station.”

Well, fuck. If she put it that way…

My eyelids drooped and every single drop of blood in my body headed to my dick. “I won’t be nice, princess.”

Tully held my gaze, then dropped to her knees right there on the cold floor. I’d never jumped to my feet faster than that moment, not even when responding to a house fire. The sheet was gone and my dick was bopping her in the face. She grinned and dashed out her hot tongue to swipe across the tip. My groan was out before I could pull it back, loud and alarming in the silence of the night. I gritted my teeth and tried to retain some sense of reality so I wouldn’t make noise no matter what Tully did in the next few minutes.

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