“Aurora.”
She shivered. Then she rubbed her bare leg up and down his. “Now what did you say you wanted to do tonight?”
“Hell if I remember.”
Chapter Fifteen
Friday night after work Rory slid into the booth, grateful Mandie and Vanessa had ordered her a martini. She drained it in two big gulps and waved to the cocktail waitress for another round. “Ah. That’s what I needed.”
Mandie and Vanessa exchanged a look. “What is up with you? You’re like thirty minutes late.”
“I went over to Dalton’s to change out of my uniform. Any time he sees me half-naked, he seizes the chance to get me completely naked and well, it’s not like I resisted.”
“So you just had sex,” Mandie stated.
“Yep.”
“And how was it?” Vanessa prompted.
“Let’s put it this way, I’m lucky I’m only thirty minutes late. The man is a sex fiend. He’s relentless.” She grinned. “It is so very good to be me.”
“I’m so freakin’ jealous I could spit.”
“I didn’t spit when you were getting it on all the time with Thomas,” Rory reminded Mandie.
“All the time,” she scoffed. “He never lasted long enough to make me thirty minutes late for something.”
“Is that why you broke up with him?”
Mandie shook her head. “I couldn’t stand his family. I didn’t see it going anywhere because of that.”
The waitress brought a fresh round.
“Well I don’t have to worry about Dalton’s family because I’m just in it for the sex.”
Even Vanessa looked skeptical. “Just sex? Nothing else? You’re sure it’s not becoming something more?”
No.
“Did he really last thirty minutes?” Mandie asked.
Why was her friend focused on that? “I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly looking at my watch while he was rocking my world. But probably. He does have incredible staying power. And recovery time.” She smirked. “And tenacity.” And a possessive streak. He’d f**ked her almost as a way to mark her before she went to a bar on a Friday night. Reminding her she’d never get it as good anywhere else as she was already getting with him. All. The. Freakin’. Time.
“How many times did you…?”
Rory sipped her drink with one hand and lifted two fingers in the air.
“Twice? You had two orgasms…in thirty minutes?”
Mandie groaned. “I hate you.”
“Remember, we just started sleeping together. It’ll probably burn out.” Rory ignored her libido when it piped up and bet her willpower fifty bucks it’d never happen.
“How many times have you had sex this week?”
“Since Friday?” Rory thought about it and tossed out a random number. “Seventeen.”
Her friends’ mouths nearly hit the table.
“Seventeen?” Vanessa repeated. “After as long as you’ve gone without, I’m surprised you’re not sore.”
She was a little tender. But that disappeared when Dalton put his hands on her. Or his mouth on her. Or when he looked at her with that…gleam that made her go all hot and tingly and absolutely sopping wet.
“Well, even if she is sore she can’t tell him she’s sore,” Mandie said.
“Why not?” Vanessa demanded.
“Because if she complains her lady part is chafed he’ll just want anal instead,” Mandie stated.
Rory choked on her drink.
“I wondered if part of the reason you’re not sore after having sex seventeen freakin’ times in a week is because you were taking it up the ass.”
“Seriously, Mandie. What. The. Hell.”
“What? No butt sex for you yet?”
“No!”
“He’s gonna want it. Soon probably.” Mandie’s voice dropped to a whisper. “My advice? Lots of lube.”
“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation.” She really couldn’t. She and her mom had never discussed sex beyond the you’re going on the pill conversation when Rory had left for college. She’d never wanted to hear about Addie and Dalton doing the nasty. Ditto for Addie and Truman. All the women in her office were much older and married. So she’d never swapped sex stories, tips, dos and don’ts, how tos with girlfriends until she’d started hanging out with these two. And up until last week, she’d had nothing to share. Her sex life with Dillon had been pathetic with a capital P. So she couldn’t wait to share the juicy tidbits.
Dalton is a little touchy about his previous reputation as a horndog manwhore. He wouldn’t like you blabbing to your friends about his studly moves in the sack.
The booze kicked in and the he-done-me-wrong girl inside her shouted tough shit. But when Rory opened her mouth to tell all about the size and shape and amazing tricks performed by Dalton’s wonder dick…nothing came out.
Because you know it’s wrong.
Tempting to drown her stupid conscience in half a dozen martinis and see if it still functioned properly.
“You got really quiet and then you looked like you were about to share something juicy,” Vanessa said.
“No. I just wondered how Mandie knows so much about anal sex.”
Mandie drained her martini and signaled for another. “I think Rory’s right. We oughta talk about something else.
After Rory returned to Dalton’s house from the bar, he dragged her back to bed and thoroughly f**ked her in that slow and sweet way she craved because he did it so well.
So she was naked, sprawled on her stomach, the sheet twisted around her feet, basking in the afterglow. Happier than she could remember being in a long time.
Is that all it takes to make you happy? Sexual attention from a man who’d keep you tied to his bed all day and night until he gets tired of you?
Whoa. Where had that come from?
Dalton trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Then he’d randomly kiss spots on her body. The ball of her shoulder was the winner of that soft kiss. “I love bein’ with you like this,” he said.
“What? Naked, spent and sweaty?”
“Yes, but not just that.” He brushed her hair away from her neck. “In our own little world.”
Ooh. That was a sweet, melt-her-heart thing to say.
Sex-drunk and a little martini-drunk, you’d melt if he recited an ode to the pockmarks on your ass.
True.
“That was a heavy sigh. Something wrong?”