situation to the point of driving myself crazy with it. “That’s why we’re video chatting. You’re my stopgap to texting him a long rant.”
“Put the phone down!” Jacqs demanded. “I highly recommend you turn it off and go to sleep.”
“Sleep? That’s highly doubtful.”
“Do you want to see him again?” Sam asked. “Something tells me you will.”
“If it hadn’t ended the way it did, maybe. He tugs on all of my crazy, though.”
“Sometimes you have to move through it with someone to get past it,” Lainie said.
I could only imagine she was referring to her affair with Mason before she ended up with Stayman.
Just then, Stay’s image filled her box. “I’m taking Lainie to bed. Blue, I hope everything’s okay. Whatever the dude did, I’ll punch him out the next time I see him.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, Stay, but that won’t be necessary. Night Lane.”
“Call me tomorrow. Laters.” Her video box disappeared.
“No sense in keeping you all up,” I said to the rest of the gang.
“Hang tough. Don’t text him,” Sam said.
“I won’t,” I agreed. “Love you guys.”
We all disconnected and then my phone vibrated. My heart raced and lodged in my throat. I woke up my phone.
Catherine: You going to be okay?
Me: I thought you were Tate. Yes, I’ll be fine.
Catherine: If you have to obsess, at least choose to obsess over the good parts. The big parts.
Me: Very funny.
Catherine: Later.
Me: Later.
After brushing my teeth, I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling. Anaconda, now that’s funny. I tried to focus on all the positives: perfect, best ass, stunning, breaking his three-year sex fast with me. But, I couldn’t help wonder what I did to practically shove him out my apartment door.
My phone vibrated again and my heart jumped out of my mouth and pulsed on the mattress next to me. At least it felt like that.
Bond: You fucked him????
And here I thought I wanted a jealous Bond. Be careful what you wish for, as they say.
Me: News travels at lightning speed.
Bond: Jesus, Blue.
Me: It was a one-time thing. Why are you upset?
Bond: Something’s not right about him. I don’t want you to get hurt.
Me: I get hurt all the time. It’s become my life.
Bond: I don’t mean to hurt you.
Me: He made an interesting point.
Bond: What?
Me: He wanted to know why you and Red sleeping with Jacqs was out in the open and yet, our fucking is a secret.
Bond: You told him?
Me: No. You did.
Bond: Bullshit.
Me: Your behavior did. He said you grilled him like a protective lover and not a friend.
Bond: You know why we keep it a secret. To avoid the drama.
Me: Why does Jacqs get the respect of the openness, but not me?
Bond: I thought you wanted it that way, too.
Me: I don’t know what I want anymore.
Bond: Because of Tate?
Me: No Bond. Because of me. I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Bond: Okay. You know I love you, Blue.
Me: Yeah. I love you, too.
I wished Tate had kept his opinions to himself. Now all I could see was how fucked up my life was. Instead of appreciating my time with Bond and looking forward to being in his arms again, I was left to question what I was doing to myself. Nothing like fucking, taking off, and leaving a maelstrom of havoc in your wake.
What pissed me off the most was how my body responded to Tate. I loved my sex with Bond but with Tate, just his hands on my body or his breath on my neck drove me crazy. He didn’t need to whip my nipples to get me soaking wet, his penetrating stare took care of that.
He would get a piece of my mind the next time I saw him. It seemed inevitable. Even with all the insecurity plaguing me, the connection we forged, even in the short time we spent together, wasn’t something he could just walk away from. He would be back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lost in My Mind
by The Head and the Heart
B y Saturday evening, I had sufficiently mind-fucked myself over my night with Tate. I had
“Put the phone down!” Jacqs demanded. “I highly recommend you turn it off and go to sleep.”
“Sleep? That’s highly doubtful.”
“Do you want to see him again?” Sam asked. “Something tells me you will.”
“If it hadn’t ended the way it did, maybe. He tugs on all of my crazy, though.”
“Sometimes you have to move through it with someone to get past it,” Lainie said.
I could only imagine she was referring to her affair with Mason before she ended up with Stayman.
Just then, Stay’s image filled her box. “I’m taking Lainie to bed. Blue, I hope everything’s okay. Whatever the dude did, I’ll punch him out the next time I see him.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, Stay, but that won’t be necessary. Night Lane.”
“Call me tomorrow. Laters.” Her video box disappeared.
“No sense in keeping you all up,” I said to the rest of the gang.
“Hang tough. Don’t text him,” Sam said.
“I won’t,” I agreed. “Love you guys.”
We all disconnected and then my phone vibrated. My heart raced and lodged in my throat. I woke up my phone.
Catherine: You going to be okay?
Me: I thought you were Tate. Yes, I’ll be fine.
Catherine: If you have to obsess, at least choose to obsess over the good parts. The big parts.
Me: Very funny.
Catherine: Later.
Me: Later.
After brushing my teeth, I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling. Anaconda, now that’s funny. I tried to focus on all the positives: perfect, best ass, stunning, breaking his three-year sex fast with me. But, I couldn’t help wonder what I did to practically shove him out my apartment door.
My phone vibrated again and my heart jumped out of my mouth and pulsed on the mattress next to me. At least it felt like that.
Bond: You fucked him????
And here I thought I wanted a jealous Bond. Be careful what you wish for, as they say.
Me: News travels at lightning speed.
Bond: Jesus, Blue.
Me: It was a one-time thing. Why are you upset?
Bond: Something’s not right about him. I don’t want you to get hurt.
Me: I get hurt all the time. It’s become my life.
Bond: I don’t mean to hurt you.
Me: He made an interesting point.
Bond: What?
Me: He wanted to know why you and Red sleeping with Jacqs was out in the open and yet, our fucking is a secret.
Bond: You told him?
Me: No. You did.
Bond: Bullshit.
Me: Your behavior did. He said you grilled him like a protective lover and not a friend.
Bond: You know why we keep it a secret. To avoid the drama.
Me: Why does Jacqs get the respect of the openness, but not me?
Bond: I thought you wanted it that way, too.
Me: I don’t know what I want anymore.
Bond: Because of Tate?
Me: No Bond. Because of me. I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Bond: Okay. You know I love you, Blue.
Me: Yeah. I love you, too.
I wished Tate had kept his opinions to himself. Now all I could see was how fucked up my life was. Instead of appreciating my time with Bond and looking forward to being in his arms again, I was left to question what I was doing to myself. Nothing like fucking, taking off, and leaving a maelstrom of havoc in your wake.
What pissed me off the most was how my body responded to Tate. I loved my sex with Bond but with Tate, just his hands on my body or his breath on my neck drove me crazy. He didn’t need to whip my nipples to get me soaking wet, his penetrating stare took care of that.
He would get a piece of my mind the next time I saw him. It seemed inevitable. Even with all the insecurity plaguing me, the connection we forged, even in the short time we spent together, wasn’t something he could just walk away from. He would be back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lost in My Mind
by The Head and the Heart
B y Saturday evening, I had sufficiently mind-fucked myself over my night with Tate. I had
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