“What’s funny?” My voice is cautious, and I focus on the ceiling.
“All your good work cleaning this morning,” he huffs between laughs. “And now we’ll have to do itall over again.”
Relief swoops through my body, and I elbow him. “I was genuinely stressed.”
“I know,” he assures me. “That’s why I politely pretended to be asleep. You may call me the Sleeping Gentleman.”
“God.”
“That works too.”
Then we’re tackling each other and giggling, and maybe we’ll have to move to another bed because we’re totally destroying this one.
I was with a man.
I was withFinn.
Happiness fills all my cells, and I might never stop smiling.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Finn
Obviously, the rest of the day is devoted to sex. Kissing Noah is my new favorite thing. I want to memorize each part of his body with my lips and tongue. He’s been driving me crazy, and now I want to know him in the Biblical sense that would make my proper Episcopalian priest squirm.
We curl into the bed, sinking against the Egyptian cotton, as my eyes blink more and more until sleep is certainly going to overtake me, but that’s totally because I came like a fiend and spent way too much of last night obsessing over Noah.
But I don’t have to wonder any morewhat iformaybe one day.Noah is game. Noah wants to kiss me and have me lie beside his large muscular body as he strokes his hands over me while gazing at me in awe.
So when we wake from our nap, I get right to business. I didn’t get to be a great hockey player by dawdling.
There are various sex acts I’m awesome at with women, and new male-only ones I want to master.
I slide Noah’s boxer briefs off and tell him he doesn’t need to keep on putting them on. And then I’m confronted with Noah’s cock. It’s hard, but I’m going to make it harder. It’s awesome, and I’m going to worship it.
“Are you going to look?” Noah asks after a minute. “Because, um, you don’t have to do anything.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods quickly. “Kisses are fine.” His eyes round. “I mean, if you want, of course. You don’t—”
I arch an eyebrow. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
His eyes widen further.
Noah has a point. I shouldn’t just look at Noah’s dick. Even though, as far as dicks go, it’s totally brilliant.
“I’ve seen a lot of dicks in my life,” I say conversationally.
Noah’s eyes look like they’re about to bounce from his head. I mean, just how firm are those eyeballs screwed in?
“Dude, locker rooms are filled with them.”
“Right. I didn’t know you were looking at them.
“Of course not! But they’re a major part of a guy’s body. Hard to avoid. Especially if you’re sitting and people are undressed.
Noah’s eyes soften, but I frown slightly. Was I doing locker rooms wrong? Should I have completely avoided a major part of a guy’s anatomy? Would that be possible? That would be like trying to avoid a guy’s knees.
