Page 96 of Moonshine Kiss
“You are blackmailing me with sex!”
“I’m incentivizing you,” Bowie corrected. “It’s positive reinforcement.”
“You’re lucky I don’t have my service weapon with me or I’d positive reinforcement you right in the balls.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to my mouth and plopped me on the ground. “I swear to you I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, sliding out after me.
He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position in his pants. “You are so damn stubborn,” I complained. “We could be having orgasms right now!”
Bowie leaned in close enough for me to feel his hard-on against my belly. “I love you, Cassidy Ann. I fully intend to be the last man you sleep with. But I need you to be ready for that.”
My hormones were begging me to agree to anything if it meant that gorgeous man would plow himself into me raining orgasms down like a sex Tinker bell.
He loved me. Bowie Bodine admitted to loving me.
“What did you just say?” I whispered.
“You heard me. I love you.” He threaded his fingers into my hair and kissed me again until my insides were warm like caramel. “Always have. And you know when we make love, there’s no goin’ back.”
I most certainly did not know it. Sure, it would change our relationship. But we’d been friends for a decade or two. That wouldn’t go away just because we had sex and broke up.Would it?I took offense to him putting caveats like “forever” and “lifetime” on something that was so immediate. Not when we’d agreed to a six-week secret trial. I wanted himnow. But he was rejecting me again.
“Then I guess this is goodnight,” I said stubbornly.
He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Goodnight, Cass. I love you.”
I wanted to punch him, to storm into my house and never speak to him again. I wanted to say it back.
“Goodnight,” I said and pushed out the garage door into the backyard. I jogged up the steps to my back door and let myself in without looking back.
* * *
Horny,frustrated, and grumpy, I listened to Bowie moving around in his bedroom on the other side of the wall. Imagining him stripping out of his clothes, standing there naked and staring at my wall.
I didn’t like how out of control he made me feel. I wanted to get it back. To hold the power.
I heard his shower come on and biting my lip, reached for my phone.
Me: There’s no shower cold enough.
He responded quickly.
Bowie: Agreed.
Me: There’s an easy solution to your predicament.
Bowie: What’s that?
I was a law enforcement officer. I had never sexted anyone in my life. There were too many ways it could go horribly wrong. But this was Bowie. I lay down on the bed and slid my free hand up the skirt of my dress. I snapped the picture and sent it.
I heard a thump on the other side of the wall and hoped he was hitting his head in frustration.
Bowie: Christ, Cass. Do you know how many times I thought of you while I touched myself?
Me: Tell me.
Bowie: Every time. Every fucking time. It’s always you.
Me: I’m one door away from you. The real thing. Waiting for you.
