“Take what you can get, lass.” He leans forward, lifts my chin, and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “See you around.”
He lets go of my hand and starts to walk away.
“Uh, excuse me.” He pauses and looks over his shoulder. “‘See you around’？ That’s all you’ve got? No ‘I’ll call you’？”
“Don’t have your number.” He winks and takes off, not turning around again, not even when I huff out in frustration.
“Infuriating man,” I mumble, stomping down the driveway and straight into the cottage. Dakota is sitting at the table, enjoying her own breakfast of eggs. She’s in her running gear, and a light sheen of sweat coats her skin. Man, I need to start working out more like her, or else the shortbread and tattie scones and cherry cake really will catch up to me.
“Good morning.” She smirks, taking me in. I’m still wearing Rowan’s shirt and no bra, though I did pull on my leggings before leaving his house. My shirt and undergarments are tucked into a bag Rowan gave me, which I’m clutching with one hand.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“Looks like you slept over at Rowan’s house. And from the goofy grin on your face, I’d say your dry spell’s ended.”
“I’m not sporting a goofy grin. I’m irritated with that man.”
“You might be irritated on the inside, but you’re glowing on the outside.” She sits back and takes a large gulp from her water glass. “Care to share?”
I plop into the seat across from her. “I sucked his cock.”
Dakota’s eyes widen, and she spits her water back in her glass. “Jesus, Bonnie,” she chuckles as water dribbles down her chin. “Warn a girl before you go and say something like that.”
“You wanted me to share, and that’s what happened. It was in the middle of the night too. At first he just held me, and then I woke up to find him in the kitchen by himself. That’s where we kissed.” I sigh at the memory of that moment. “It was so perfect, and then, when we went back to bed . . . well, I was a little handsy and then so was he, so I stripped him down and had my way with his body.”
“Wow, you really went for it. I’m proud of you. Did he reciprocate?”
“Oh, did he.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, Dakota. I was on a different planet. It was insane.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “And then he made me breakfast, ruined me for all men, walked me home, and said . . . ‘See you around.’”
Dakota tilts her head back and laughs. “Oh, that’s perfect.”
“It’s not funny.”
“No, it really is. He loves goading you, and that’s exactly what he did.”
“The devil of a man.”
“Yeah, but you like it.” She smirks.
I do.
I really freaking do.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BONNIE
Days since last male-induced orgasm: ZERO!
Need I really say more at this point?
“So that’s it?” I ask Dakota as we both stare down at a flat piece of rock in a dank cave. Water glistens off the walls, and our feet are sinking half an inch into the muddy ground, something I wasn’t expecting when I wore my cute tennis shoes.
“I believe so,” Dakota says. “The Boaby Stone.”
I lean toward her. “Is it as unimpressive to you as it is to me?”
“Frankly, the only thing impressive about it is that it’s probably seen more dick than you have.”
“Hey,” I say on a laugh, shoving her to the side.
She chuckles and then pulls out her phone to take a picture. “Want to pretend your arm is a penis and take a picture?”
“Isn’t it obvious that’s why we’re here?”
“Just making sure.”
Squatting down to the height of the stone, which reaches just below my knees, I position my arm in front of my crotch and then hover it right above the slab. I don’t want to make actual contact, because there has been real dick on it—lots of real dick—and touching a melting pot of penis is not on my to-do list today.
“Smile,” Dakota says right before taking a picture.
I stand, and when she offers her screen, I quickly approve the picture. “Send that to me. Do you want one of yourself with a fake penis?”
“I’m good.”
I pause and stare at her. “Soooo . . . you made me take a picture, but you’re not going to take one?”