Page 55 of Just the Tipsy
“She sounds fun,” I say.
“Maybe we’ll run into her. She’s usually pretty busy since all her grandkids are here.” He shifts, his leg touching mine, but he doesn’t move it. “You’ll like her.”
He phrases it like we’re going to meet. Like hewantsme to meet her. My heart flutters despite myself, like this is real and he wants me to be a bigger part of his life.
My heart shouldn’t be fluttering. This is just supposed to be him helping me check things off my bucket list so I can move on in New York and have better sex with whoever I click with. To actuallydatepeople who want something serious, at least eventually.
But after this, I want to experience all of that with him.
SIXTEEN
WAYLON
I wakeup before Bianca the next morning, still naked from the night before. She’s sprawled across me like a rag doll, her breath soft and warm on my chest. My dick is already hard just because it’s the morning, but it twitches as I take in her. She’s a model — and as much as she says she wasn’t a good one, I don’t believe her — but she’s absurdly gorgeous in a way that goes beyond just finding a woman on a billboard pretty.
Especially seeing her underneath me, writhing against me and finally losing herself to pleasure.
I sigh through my nose and grip my cock at the base. I could easily go for another round right now, but we don’t have a bucket list thing to check off. Unless she wants to see if she can come more than once in one go, which I’m more than happy to try.
Bianca shifts in her sleep, rubbing her leg against mine and curling up closer to my chest. The little sigh she lets out tugs at my heart in ways it shouldn’t. It’s like she’s exactly where she wants to be. Where sheshouldbe.
No, we shouldn’t go out of bounds. We’re sticking to the bucket list, period. Not making it any more complicated than that.
But I hope we can check off more things soon, because I’m addicted to how she feels. To how she shivers all over right before she comes. To her pert little ass that feels just right in my hands.
Bianca yawns and stretches, her eyes fluttering open.
“Hi,” she says, her voice rough with sleep.
“Hey.” I sit up on one elbow. “Sleep well?”
“Very.” She bites her lip like she’s trying not to smile. “A little sore, though.”
“Sorry.” I let myself squeeze her hip. “But it felt good at the time, right?”
“Oh, definitely.” She finally smiles. “I still have so many things I want to try from my bucket list.”
“Let me know when you want to try them and I’ll be there.” I bite the inside of my cheek. Does that sound too desperate?
Duke stands up and stretches, walking over to the bed and resting his chin on it. He wags his tail, looking so damn cute that I have to get up and pet him.
“Want a walk, buddy?” I ask. Sadie pops up from where she was sleeping and lets out a tinyarf. “You too, Sadie?”
“I can walk her.” Bianca yawns again and starts to get up.
“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll take them both and check on breakfast.” And I need some fucking air. She smells too good, and I can smell her all over the sheets.
I throw on some clothes and get the dogs ready to go out. Since it’s still early, the resort is pretty quiet, giving me space to think. The dogs sniff everything they pass, exploring the edges of the path.
We need to crank through this bucket list just for the sake of my ability to keep my hands to myself. Now that we’ve fucked, it’s like I’ve popped a seal. All the lust I’ve been harboring since the moment I saw her, plus a dry spell, and then some lacklustersex before that are coming to a head. I need to fuck her until I hit that point where I’m used to it again.
But maybe that’s exactly what I need — putting the bucket list in the forefront of my head instead of faking the relationship, just to put some distance between us. People are already convinced that we’re real, even after the hiccup last night. We don’t have to try all that hard.
And maybe people are just saying we work because it’s been a while since they’ve seen me with anyone who isn’t Catherine. Thinking back to how often we bickered still makes me want to cringe. Literally everyone I knew saw how bad things had gotten but I was somehow blind to it.
Duke barks, pulling on his leash as JD and Big Bubba come into view around the bend of the trail. Big Bubba does the cute, tippy taps dance he always does when he’s excited and lightly pulls on the leash JD is holding.
“Morning,” JD says with a nod once we’re within earshot of each other.
