Sounds possible.
“I have no intention of ever taming you, Ara.” I point my chopsticks at her and tilt my head. “But I don’t want you to ever spit me out. I prefer watching you swallow.”
A smile tears across her face. Then she leans back and crosses her arms, staring at me like she’s not sure if she should agree or be a brat about it.
I don’t give her a chance to do either. “You don’t sleep much, do you?”
“Not really. My head’s always going.”
“The muse?”
“No.” Ara dives back into her food. “The muse has been a silent pain in the ass until yesterday.”
Interesting. She drew me yesterday.
“I just can’t ever get my head to settle and latch onto anything for long. It doesn’t happen when I’ve got a good handle on my art, but when everything I create doesn’t feel right, my brain goes into overdrive and I’m a hot mess about it.” She shrugs. “Then I get handsy with myself.”
I can tell.
“Can I ask you another personal question, Ara?”
“It’s no fun if it isn’t personal.” She takes another sip of water.
“You haven’t slept with your past three boyfriends, including Jason.” Not really a question.
“Nope.” She slams her water down on the table and wipes her mouth.
“Why?”
“It didn’t feel right.”
My cock twitches. I must feel right to her if she’s this lusty with me. And I’m just beastly enough to swell with pride about it.
“Jason was the worst,” she says. “He hated that I wouldn’t fuck him.”
That has my attention. “Can I ask why not?” It’s none of my business, but I hope she’ll share anyway.
Ara shrugs. “It didn’t feel right. I can’t explain it.”
“But you stayed with him?”
She pokes at her meal. “I kept breaking up with him, then he’d wear me down and I’d take him back out of pity. It’s not a good reason, but I don’t have another explanation.” Ara sighs and I feel awful for having asked. “I think he thought my not wanting to have sex with him was a game or a challenge or something at first. Then it just became a serious bone of contention between us. Especially because I got myself off a lot. He thought it was dirty. Not dirty, hot. Dirty, disgusting. He once threw all my toys into the dumpster. I had to order new ones online, and those bitches can be expensive.”
Especially when you don’t have a lot of money to spend.
I want to beat that asshole into the dirt. “Some men have trouble with teamwork,” I say carefully.
“God forbid their masculinity is threatened by a fucking battery.”
I take another sip of my water. “There’s nothing wrong with making yourself come however you need, whenever you need. Fuck anyone who’s ever told you otherwise, Ara.”
“I once heard if you come three times a week, you can extend your life span.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. “I’m gonna be immortal.”
“You and me both, Kitty.” I raise my glass and we clink them. “Eat up.” I tap the side of her plate with my chopsticks. “And drink more water.”
We polish off all the takeout, talk and laugh for another hour and then fall asleep in my bed until late morning.
Chapter 19
Ara
Two days. It’s only really been like two days with Glitch, but I swear it feels like a year. We’ve fucked, talked, and shared so many deep thoughts with each other it feels like a truth or dare speed date.
I’m sad his parents died when he was so young. I miss my mom every day, but it doesn’t hurt like it used to. Death is weird. We all process it differently. I keep hoping I’ll get this big job I put a bid in for with the Elementary schools so I can create something I know my mom would love. I was twenty-one when she passed, and I’m grateful for the time we had. We were close.
She’d go crazy for a guy like Glitch. I can just imagine the conversations between them now—especially if she’d seen his shop with all the graffiti art and anime, knowing a senior did it for his portfolio to get into college.
“You’re being really quiet, Kitty. What’s going on in your head?” Glitch is shaving while I watch. I haven’t showered yet. I should, but I don’t want to. I’m not ready to wash him off me.
“I’m thinking that my mom would have adored you.”
He pauses with the razor to his jaw and stares at me through the mirror. To busy myself, I grab the razor from him. Then I prop my ass up on his vanity and wonder if he’ll yell at me for it.