Page 20 of A Merry Invitation
“Yeah, baby. It does! It fuckin’ does!” he yelled and continued that magnificent combination of thrusts and pumps and sweet torture.
When she came this time, it was like falling off a cliff. She was breathless, weightless, motionless as euphoria poured into her, his name falling from her lips the only thing she could hear through what sounded like waves crashing around her. Slay came right behind her, his grunts and curses echoing throughout the room.
After a few moments, when he’d lowered her legs and eased his dick and finger out of her, they lay closely together on that chair, their breathing still coming in heavy pants. That was the only sound in the room as Slay wrapped one arm around her and pulled her until her face lay on his bare chest. Willow remained perfectly still, only her eyes blinking as she tried to figure out if this one last time was going to be enough.
* * *
“I messed up bigtime,” Willow said the next afternoon when she and Talaya were at lunch. “I mean, like I reeealllly messed up.”
Talaya finished the sip of water she’d been taking and slowly lowered her glass to the table. Her mass of curly hair haloed her pretty face and her keen glare rested on Willow. “Okay,” she said drawing the word out slowly to mimic the way Willow had just spoken. “I’m sure it can’t be as bad as all that, so just tell me what happened.”
Willow inhaled a breath and let it out quickly. They were sitting at a table in one of the bistros Talaya loved frequenting. Willow didn’t know why because the place was only known for their salads and who wanted to eat salads all the damn time? Well, by the way Talaya had destroyed the chicken Caesar salad she’d ordered, she supposed at least one person loved them that much.
“I met this guy and I slept with him. Like, I stayed the entire night with him, but it was only supposed to be one time. Then I happened to run into him again…or rather he ran into me, I guess.” Willow waved a hand and continued. “Anyway, we had sex again.Reallygood sex. You know the kind that keeps your pussy humming for hours and hours after its over?” She nodded in answer to herself. “But that was supposed to be the last time. We both agreed and it makes sense because we’re just not compatible. But now, I can’t stop thinking about him.” She groaned and folded her arms across her chest.
Talaya had only raised a brow, but still hadn’t spoken.
Willow had known Talaya for almost four years now, since they both started working at the Addison Agency a few weeks a part. Their friendship had started off as just cordial co-workers, but eventually she’d been able to wear Talaya down with her invitations to come to the nightclub to hear her sing. From that point on, they’d been friends and Willow had been glad to have someone to talk to about her hopes and dreams. Her parents had tired of hearing about it years ago and were now waiting not so patiently for their only child’s dreams to finally come to fruition.
Anyway, Talaya was her best friend and for a few weeks Willow had been scared to death that something horrible had happened to her. Especially after another one of their friends had been brutally murdered. How Talaya had gotten mixed up in all that, Willow still wasn’t totally sure. But Talaya had promised to tell all when she was ready to talk. All that mattered to Willow was that her friend was back home and she was safe. She was also looking well-fucked these days, something Willow was definitely going to ask about, just as soon as she got some advice on her own love life struggles.
“Well, are you gonna say something or are you gonna keep staring at me like I just grew another head?” Her tone was snappy, she knew, but she’d been in a jittery mood all day. And in a couple of hours, she’d be headed to Encore for her Friday night performances. She was hoping to get some sound advice from a friend and clear her mind before then.
Talaya straightened in her seat and then continued to stare. But just when Willow was about to say something else, her friend held up a hand to stop her. “You’re telling me that you’ve had sex with this guy twice and now you’re really feeling him. Correct?”
Willow sighed heavily. “Correct. I know it’s ridiculous. It’s too soon to like him this much, right? And we said we weren’t going to see each other anymore.”
“Why?” Talaya asked.
“Why what?”
“Why aren’t you going to see each other again? If you like him and he obviously likes you enough to keep having sex with you, what’s the problem?”
Willow opened her mouth to respond, then snapped it closed again. The reasons why she shouldn’t like Slay so much were easy, it was the reasons that sheshouldfeel calm about possibly pursuing something more with him that she was struggling with.
“Well, I don’t know how much he likes me. I mean, sure he’s been coming into the nightclub every night I sing for the past two months. And yeah, he sent me that invitation to sing on Christmas. But it really wasn’t about singing, it was about getting me in…” her words trailed off just in time for Talaya’s next interruption.
“Wait, he’s the guy that sent you the invitation to that big party where the music exec was going to be?”
Willow nodded. “And I’ll tell you about that trash ass music exec later. This is much more important. So, yeah, he did invite me to that party because he wanted to have sex with me. And since I’d been eyeing him for months, I said sure, what the hell?”
Talaya’s eyes were narrowed once more. “But now you really like him? Like more than just sex?”
Dropping her elbows on the table, Willow sighed again. “I know. Isn’t that stupid?”
Talaya frowned. “Why do you think it’s stupid to like a guy who obviously likes you if he’s come to hear you sing for two months?”
“Well, it’s too fast. I mean, I’ve seen him once since that invite and each time we’ve just had this really good, really phenomenal sex. And the only reason I know a little more about him than I did both times I’ve been alone with him, is because I finally got a clue and googled his name.” She sighed. “He’s a former NFL player from the US. A divorced expat who looks like he could be somebody’s cover model.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Talaya said with a shrug. “I mean, he actually sounds pretty damn good. I’m struggling to see the problem here, Willow.”
Exasperated, Willow reached for her glass and finished the lemon water she’d ordered. “The problem is what if I’m feeling him more than he’s feeling me? I mean, he’s the one who said the one-night thing. Sure, you know I’m not pressed about being in a relationship. Not right now anyway, but there’s something about him.”
“Something that makes you want more than you thought you did before?” Talaya asked.
Willow snapped her fingers. “Exactly! And that’s just weird. Especially for me. And what if he tells me he’s not interested. There has to be a reason why he requested just one night.”
“Not a very good reason if he slept with you a second time,” Talaya said.
