I stare at myself in the mirror and slowly drag my hand over my scruff, the same scruff that marked Lottie on her inner thighs as mine. What the actual hell are you doing, man?
And why do you look . . . happy?
Happy in a moment when I shouldn’t be happy, because chaos is swallowing me whole. The deal, the lies, the blurred lines . . . it’s all up in the air—something I don’t normally put up with—but here I am . . . dealing with it.
Christ.
My phone beeps on my nightstand and I glance over at it, wondering what the hell time it is.
I take a seat in my towel on my bed and read it.
Lottie: Your mouth is absolutely decadent. I love coming on your tongue.
Fuck.
Is she trying to get me hard again?
Huxley: I can’t get enough of your pussy or your trembling clit.
I drag my hand over my mouth, willing my body to not get excited again. Once tonight is enough. Crossing the line more than that is asking for trouble.
Lottie: I’ve only come like that for you. No one else. Only. You.
Yup, she’s trying to get me hard again, she’s trying to entice me. She wants more. I can feel it deep in my bones.
Huxley: Are you naked on your bed right now?
Lottie: How did you know?
Huxley: You’re trying to get me to come back to your bedroom.
Lottie: I want your dick inside of me, Huxley. My legs are spread, my nipples are hard, my body is heated just thinking about it.
My cock jolts and I grind my molars, trying to keep it together.
Huxley: I’m not coming back over there.
Even though I want to. Fuck do I want to sink myself between her legs. But I’m growing addicted, and that needs to stop. I have no idea where her head is at, if this is just fun for her while we pass the time, but I can see that it would be more for me, and I’m not about to risk it. I place my phone down, thinking that Lottie won’t respond after that last text. Is she angry? Frustrated? Confused? Everything I feel too?
Lottie: If you won’t come back over here, then will you reconsider answering my two questions?
I let out a deep sigh and push my hand through my hair. She still wants to know me . . .
But I still need to keep boundaries.
Huxley: Those are dinner questions only.
Lottie: Please, Huxley?
And just like that, the conversation switches from sexually charged to innocent. I can hear her voice saying those two words, asking me, begging me, to participate.
I apparently have no willpower, because I nod even though she can’t see me and text her back.
Huxley: What are your questions?
Lottie: Thank you. How about I ask the two questions and we both have to answer?
Huxley: Fine.
Lottie: Your enthusiasm is infectious.
Huxley: You’re on borrowed time . . .
Lottie: Okay, question number one—what would you say is your favorite quality about yourself?
Huxley: Not sure where you’re going with this but I guess I’d answer my drive.
Lottie: I could see that.
Huxley: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
Lottie: My loyalty, even though it got me into trouble with Angela. I think having loyalty is very important. Another reason why I’m sticking to my word and going breast-pump shopping with Ellie.
Huxley: Being loyal is a very admirable quality.
Lottie: Okay, second question—what do you like most about me? And I’ll answer what I like most about you.
Huxley: Fishing for compliments?
Lottie: Since we’re working together and you tend to pull away a lot, I thought it would be beneficial if we say what we like about each other. As a reminder.
Huxley: Okay. I like that you’re loyal.
Lottie: No way, you can’t use the thing I said. Come on, Huxley, I know it might be painful for you to offer me a compliment, but you can at least try.
My lips press against my teeth in frustration as I flop back on my bed. Okay, she wants to know what I like about her, might as well tell her.
Huxley: You’re fearless. You might not make the right decision all the time, but no matter what, you go into the situation without fear and you don’t hold back. It’s a characteristic you don’t find with many people. Pair that with loyalty, and it makes you someone I’d spend time with.
She doesn’t reply right away and I worry if I overstepped, if I said too much, but then there’s a knock on the doorframe of my door. I sit up and find Lottie standing there in one of the many lingerie sets I had purchased for her.
This one is red. The shorts are loose-fitting, made entirely of lace and see-through. The top is cropped at the belly button and offers no support. Therefore, her breasts just float freely.