Page 35 of City of Wind and Lies

"Nah…" I pause, trying to remember when my last period was. The stupid IUD I got at Trey's behest a few months back has generously gifted me irregular periods. Even with it being his idea- because 'bare is better'- he never trusted it, always pulling out and jizzing on my chest instead. Maybe that's why sex with Bowie is fucking top-tier. Ha, pun intended. Aside from the air of maturity he has, the feeling of his huge cock twitching inside me as he finds his release is a whole tantalizing level I didn't know needed unlocking. "It's probably from all the sodium in the takeout. Let's cook at home this week," I add.

She shrugs. "Yeah, okay. We'll go grab some groceries later."

"Maybe tomorrow," I say, my lips curling in an impish grin. "I've got a date tonight."

"Shut up!" Drea slaps my arm.

My eyes dart to Dallas, then back to her. "Later."

"Fine," she answers with a roll of her eyes as Dallas joins the drive-thru line. I start to pull my card out of my purse, but Drea stops me.

"My treat, babe. I owe it to you for last night." She tosses me a wink as she digs in her own wallet. "Oh, I'm gonna get egg bites too, you want any food?"

"I'm good, thanks. Bowie made us breakfast."

"Whaaat?! Damn girl, no one made me breakfast," she fake whines, shooting a pointed look to Dallas in the rearview mirror.

"Pretty sure that mouth was too busy to eat this morning anyways," Dallas murmurs, arching a teasing brow at my best friend as he pulls the Range Rover up to the speaker.

I can't help but bark out a laugh as Drea shoots him a scowl before rolling down the window to order.

My phone vibrates on my lap, and I tilt the screen to see it's a message from a number I don't recognize.

Unknown

Dinner at 8. Dallas will bring you back to my place.

Ok Boss, but how'd you get my number?

Bowie

I have my ways.

Just like you have a driver and a penthouse... what else should I know?

Bowie

I want you bare tonight. No panties.

The promise of pleasure sends a wave of heat crawling across my skin and pooling between my thighs as I re-read that last message. I'm about to ask if we can skip dinner tonight when Drea thrusts a white to-go cup at me, breaking me out of my lust bubble.

Sipping on my tea, I start to try to plan my outfit for tonight while Drea and Dallas flirt snarkily back and forth the rest of the way home.

"So, he hauled you upstairs like a caveman, made love to you, and then made you breakfast?" Drea asks, turning onto her stomach on the towels we have spread out. It’s so nice outside that we decided to do the dick debrief while laying out on the roof. It’s the easy moments like this spent with my best friend that make me feel so lucky to have her in my life.

"Yup," I grin, folding my arms under my head and resting my cheek on them to face her. "It was sweet, really, but I think I like the rough stuff better. What was Dallas like?"

"Ohh," she sighs. "His dick has a wicked curve that hits my g-spot with every thrust. I'm ruined for other men."

"So you're going to see him again?" I ask.

"I mean, we exchanged numbers, so we'll see what his game is like out of the bedroom," she says nonchalantly. "Tell me more about this date tonight?"

"He wants to talk, and I can't get a good read on the guy. He's obviously older, what if he wants a relationship? I just got out of a serious one, should I really start in on one again with the first guy I fuck?"

Propping up on her elbows, Drea shoots me a dirty look as she grabs her water. "First off, the only thing serious about your last relationship was you. Secondly, how old is he anyway? Because this morning, all I saw was gray sweatpants." She side-eyes me, smirking while taking a drink. She isn’t subtle in the slightest and I wish I could say I wasn’t thinking about it too, but who am I kidding?

"I don't even know! See, there’s so much I don't know about him!" I groan, letting the existential crisis take over.

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