Page 183 of Small Town Firsts
When he rolled me under him and threw a thigh over me, I knew he was half asleep. The actual confirmation came a moment later when he softly snored in my ear.
“Seriously?”
I tried to move him, but I was utterly pinned.
Afterglow, my ass. He had literally tapped out.
EIGHT
Holy fuck,I was dead.
No, wait, I was still alive. That was oxygen puffing out of my lips against the pillow under my cheek. There were definite scratches on my back from?—
I jerked up in bed, gripping my head so it didn’t revolve off my neck. I wasn’t in my bedroom at home. Swanky suite. Friday night in the summer, all booked up, but I got a room for sex because I was old town money. So that meant I got to fuck a beautiful girl on the fly, since no one wanted to deny my dick a thing.
Sweet, really.
Christ, was I hungover? No. Fucked over. Completely. I’d had the best sex of my life, and now I was in an empty bed.
Eyes still half closed, I swung out and patted the sheets. Ice cold. She’d been gone for a while. Probably the moment I passed out.
And passed out about summed it up. I’d drained what was left of my smarts and my sense into that condom and gone to sleep quicker than a drunk at the tail end of a bender.
Wasn’t completely my fault. I hadn’t had a childless night for a while, and my little girl tended to have a few crappy dreams.Monsters with snapping teeth. Wild dogs. Demons in closets I had to dispel with wise words and hugs in the dark.
I wasn’t even going to touch on exactly how long it had been since I’d had sex. Well, sex with someone other than myself. Self-created booty calls happened often, but with an actual flesh-and-blood woman? It had been a while. Hell, Ally wasthewoman, even if I hadn’t fully realized it before I’d presented her with that contract. I’d been rocking a boner ever since.
So yeah, I’d been kind of pent-up. Exhaustion had claimed me swiftly, and it had been much preferable to fighting to stay awake to talk about…
Way too much.
No wonder she’d sneaked out on me. Supposed best friend, and I’d dirty-talked her and taken her virginity—which wasnotmy fault, since she’d never seen fit to tell me that little fact until we were getting naked—then fallen asleep as if it was any old night.
Jesus, and I thought my brother was a douche? He had some stiff competition for the title.
Forcing my heavy eyelids open against the sun trying to carve my brain in two, I glanced around and wished for alcohol. Maybe there was something worthwhile in the mini bar.
Those days are over, pal. They ended right about when the condom slipped when you were banging Marjorie in the Mustang. Now you’re a responsible father, remember?
I braced my head in my hands and sucked in a breath. Responsible, right. I had to pick up Laurie. It had to be mid-morning from the amount of sunlight, and I’d told Oliver I’d be there early.
Rubbing my eyes, I kicked off the sheets. And noticed a bright red splotch on the fitted sheet.
Christ. I’d tried to be careful, to take it slow, but I hadn’t at first. I’d rammed my fingers into her like a damn bull, and she’d never?—
Before I could argue with myself, I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. I had to know she was okay. She could hate me, probably did, but I couldn’t move from this room until I knew she was all right. She’d certainly come last night, and I was pretty sure she’d been right there with me for most of it, but she wasn’t here now. She was alone, and I couldn’t fucking bear it.
I typed out a quick text.
Missed you this morning.
Oh yeah, that was how to demonstrate my concern. By couching it in a healthy streak of douche swagger.
She answered swiftly.
Ally
Had an early shift at the diner. Eggs Benedict & burnt coffee wait for no man.
