Page 87 of No Interest in Love

She sighs, then kisses me through my underwear before hopping off the bed to get my wallet. A rush flows through my blue balls, and I shoot upright.

“You gotta give me a second.”

She laughs as she digs through my pockets. “I’m way over here.”

I scramble from the bed, tripping over the bedsheets and bumping off the walls to the bathroom.

“Two seconds, I swear,” I say, then duck inside and shut the door behind me.

Cold water.

I need cold water and lots of it.

Flipping on the faucet, I grab onto the counter and breathe, looking down at the boys and shaking my head.

“All right, guys…I know it’s been a while. But you gotta give her at least ten minutes.At least.”

The throbbing in my pelvis tells me I’m SOL, and if I could reach, I’d dump these impatient bastards in the sink and hose ’em down. Instead I settle for filling a glass and biting back a girlish yelp as I make them take a swim in the cold water. It doesn’t make Woody go away, but I’m doing the best I can here.

I take a deep breath, pull my boxers up, and head back out. The clock says 10:22. Shay’s kneeling on the bed, her eyebrows knit together as she reads the condom package.

“It’s flavored.”

“You like cherries?” I ask with a grin, crawling across the mattress toward her. I move her hair from her shoulder and press kisses to the beating pulse on her neck.

“I’m trying to figure out the logic behind one of these things.”

“It makes the sex smell like fruit.”

“I’m sure that’s exactly what you thought when buying it.” She rolls her eyes to meet mine, and I kiss her cheek.

“Can I ask a favor?” I ask.

“If you want me to go down on you with this thing—”

“Will you please…put on your glasses?” I nod to the red frames sitting on the nightstand. She gives me a questioning look.

“Are you teasing me?”

“Absolutely not.”

She reaches back, and I run a hand over her tattoo until she’s kneeling in front of me again. With the bravado of someone about to give a lap dance, she slides them up her nose, then suggestively puckers her lips at me.

My hands find her waist, and I pull her onto my lap. Her lips crash into mine, and I cradle her face, taking her down with me to the pillows. I feel her tear into the condom wrapper, then she yanks down my boxers. A laugh muffles between our lips, because I’m digging the enthusiasm. Her hand starts to push the condom on, but she startles back.

“Why are you socold?”

“Uh…Can you just ignore that?”

“I don’t know if I can.” She eases back on my legs, resting there till I make a move. I sit up and start kissing behind her ear until she forgets that I’m a few degrees chillier down under than I should be.

“Mmm,” she moans, then a slew of Korean spills from her lips.

“Do you only curse in Korean?” I ask, smiling against her cheek. She nods and tilts her head back to give me access to her neck. She even points to where she wants my mouth. I laugh, hold her steady by the jaw, and drag the tip of my tongue from the hollow of her throat back to her ear. She swears again in her sexy-as-hell language, then slips her hands down, pushing the condom on.

She’s got that frantic look in her eyes, like we suddenly don’t have time to do this. She stands up, and I hold her steady while she pushes her shorts off. Her knees land back down on either side of my hips, and she settles her hands on my shoulders. She tries to force me onto my back, but I stay upright. More control that way. I can steady her hips and her movements in case they’re going too fast and Woody starts to bow out.

She tilts her head, slight frustration crossing her expression when I don’t move.

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