Page 77 of Forecheck
Berkley grinned, her skin flushed in that way I loved, the smile sleepy and sated. “I don’t know,” she said. “Something we can fix going forward.”
“It’s not as good as the real thing, but…fuck, Berk. That was so hot.”
Berkley chuckled. “I need a shower, and then I’m going to sleep like a baby.”
“I would kill to be able to shower with you right now.”
Berkley’s quiet chuckle turned into full blown laughter, and I couldn’t help but join her. When we settled, she said, “I hope we never grow out of this.”
“Out of what?”
“Wanting to rip each other’s clothes off every second of every day.”
“You and me both,” I said. “But, in case you’ve forgotten, sex isn’t all I want from you.”
“Oh, I know. You could get sex literally anywhere.”
“Berkley…” I warned.
“Sorry, couldn’t help it. But yes, I do know you’re not just with me for my pussy.”
“Berkley Daniels!” I scolded. “Have you been drinking?”
“I may have had a glass of wine…or three…at dinner.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I said with a laugh. “But yes. I’m not just with you for your pussy…even if it is fantastic.”
She giggled. “And I’m not just with you for that incredible cock…or your money.”
I stiffened. We’ve had this conversation before, but her words…they struck a nerve as I remembered Bobal’s taunts earlier.
“Of course,” I said.
“And don’t you ever forget it.”
I often had to remind myself that she really didn’t give a fuck about my money. She was so smart, so talented, so personable, that once she graduated from law school, she could have her pick of jobs with firms across the country. I knew she’d make a killing as an attorney. It was a bit of a struggle for me to come to terms with the fact that, for the first time, I’d found a woman who truly was just with me for…me. Berkley wasn’t another Ashley. She wasn’t someone who only wanted me for the status it gave her, or the opportunities being my plus one provided. In fact, the opposite was true for Berkley—she neither wanted nor needed any of that from me.
“I won’t, babe,” I said. “I promise.”
Good Boy
Despite my earlier reservations,I had to admit that flying first class to Vegas, being picked up at the airport by a professional car service—the driver bearing one of those signs with my and Lexie’s names on it—and checking into our massive suite almost had me thinking I could get used to it.
Almost.
I loved being here with Lexie, and I really did appreciate that Brent did all of this for us. But still…those intrusive thoughts had wriggled their way into my mind a long time ago, and it was difficult to shove them out, to change who I was at my core and really let myself enjoy the weekend.
While Lexie settled herself in her room, I went into mine and flopped onto the bed, my mind spinning.
A moment later, Lexie entered, as if sensing from across the suite that I was doom spiraling.
“You okay?” she asked, knowing full well I wasn’t.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “It’s just…well, you know. We’ve talked about this.” As for whatthiswas, I raised my arms and swept them out toward the room.
“I do,” Lexie said, the bed dipping as she laid down next to me.
“And this isn’t even just about me anymore! Now he’s dragged you into it. It’s one thing for him to treat me to vacations and gifts and pay for literally everything, everywhere we go,” I said. “But I can’t even imagine how much this weekend cost him for just the two of us.”
