Page 17 of Dirty Play

Do we need bail money?

“What the hell do you mean he got up and left?” Sawyer shouts loud enough that I’m positive my neighbors can hear her.

The girls came over first thing this morning after I texted them. I didn’t even have to tell them everything, basically just that I had the best orgasms of my life—multiple—only for him to make a complete U-turn and call it all a mistake before leaving me all alone.

He altered my brain chemistry with his magical dick and then disappeared like fucking Houdini, leaving me high and dry and feeling like an idiot.

I knew he could be a dick, but I’d never personally experienced it until now.

“I don’t know how else to say it—we had sex. Really, really good sex, and then I went to clean myself up. By the time I came back out, he was dressed and irritated. It was so unexpected and immediately killed my buzz. It was like one minute he’s naked in my bed, giving me the best orgasms of my life. The next, he’s kissing me on the cheek and walking out the door, no explanation, no anything, other than telling me it was a mistake and should have never happened,” I say, an unwelcome feeling of sadness settling in the pit of my stomach.

Although Cade is just a friend, this feels an awful lot like heartbreak.

I knew this was a possibility going into tonight, but for some reason, I actually trusted that he’d thought through his decision. That he wasn’t throwing away our friendship just to get his dick wet. He knows I don’t date, but I’ve been pretty up-front about my attraction to him while he’s always been hot and cold. I play it off that I’m interested in Cade because he’s hot and looks like he can fuck well, but I also just enjoy being around him, which to me would be an added bonus for a hookup.

But apparently, he can only have a hookup or a friend, not both. And he chose to leave.

“You’re joking, right?” Cassie says, her voice sharp, the look on her face a weapon.

These girls are definitely my protectors, and that’s something I’ll never take for granted. “I wish I were,” I say quietly, the memories from that night still hard to think about.

“That’s brutal. What a dickbag. Don’t get me wrong, I say that with love because it’s Cade, and I love the grumpy ass. But fuck him big right now,” Cassie finally says. “If they’re going to be dicks after the big O, they shouldn’t be allowed to be good in bed. They definitely shouldn’t be allowed to have big dicks, either.”

“Cassie, he wasn’t just good—he was beyond amazing. I saw stars. I’m pretty sure I blacked out and lost actual moments of my life while I floated around in outer space. Don’t even get me started on his dick. He’s big and knows how to use it. It’s so unfair, plus his dirty talk could nearly get me there by itself. I mean, I nearly came just from hearing him tell me what to do.”

“Oh, I love it when Rex does that,” Sawyer says with a smirk. “Although I have a hard time seeing you enjoy someone telling you what to do, even in the bedroom.”

“We all knew a man would bring her to her knees one of these days, and we’ve always hoped it’d be Cade.” Cassie smirks.

“Yeah, but we also expected him to actually stick around and not be a total douchebag,” Sawyer adds.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t have this on my bingo card this year. He’s always been there for me, even if it hasn’t been in the conventional way,” I say with a shrug. “I usually don’t like to be bossed around because it always feels forced. With Cade, he was in control. Of the entire situation, my body included, and it was hot.”

“Oh, we’ve all seen it. There’s always been something between you two,” Sawyer says with a smile before turning serious. “Have you tried to talk to him yet?”

“No. I don’t have anything to say right now. Besides, I’m pretty sure he said everything he needed to last night,” I say as I look out the window, flashbacks of last night clouding my mind, and I just want to curl in a ball in my bed and hide from it all.

The only problem? Every time I close my eyes, I just see the pained look on Cade’s face right before he broke me.

The broken boy staring back at me with so much sadness I couldn’t breathe.

“So, what’re you going to do?” Cassie finally asks.

“The same thing I always do. Keep moving along, throw myself into my job, and try to remember last night for what it was. A couple of orgasms.”

“Do you think you guys will ever be okay?” Sawyer asks.

“I mean, eventually. But that all depends on him,” I answer with a shrug. “It’s him with the problem, not me. It was just me who got taken along for the ride.”

Having a hangover two days in a row should be illegal, but I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to sit in the sun with the girls for a couple of hours. Having some mimosas and getting some vitamin D made it all worth it. The girls ended up staying over for most of the day until Rex and Max came over to pick them up.

After making a tray of nachos, I ended up crashing on my couch with a pint of brownie batter ice cream and 10 Things I Hate About You playing on the TV.

I even left early this evening for work because I wanted to walk instead of take a cab—my feeble attempt to shake off my grumpiness with physical exertion. By the time I make it to the hospital, I have just enough time to grab a chai tea and sugar cookie from the cafeteria before my shift starts at eight.

Perfect.

“Coffee or sustenance?” Mariah asks, trying to hide her yawn as I get in line behind her.

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