Page 55 of The Power Play

“For how expensive this bed was, you’d think it could handle a little sex,” I joke.

She turns to look at me, grinning, “Just a little,” she looks down at my hand that has the washcloth in it. “That for me?”

“Yeah, I wanted to…take care of you,” fuck, the nervousness is back. Especially since we are both standing here, completely naked without the crazy rabid sexual energy between us.

She looks…surprised, and conflicted. “Thanks,” she says softly, and I almost wonder if I messed up by trying to do this for her. Especially when she doesn’t make a move to take it from my hand or give me an opportunity to do it for her.

Instead, she goes back to examining the state of my bed. “I don’t think you are going to want to sleep in that tonight.”

She doesn’t say us or we. Which I know is stupid to think this changes any sleeping arrangements. We fucked, that doesn’t make her my girlfriend, but damn I kind of wish she at least acted like maybe she would want to stay the night with me. I want to wake up next to her and possibly do this again.

Or possibly do it again before the morning.

“No, I guess it’ll be the couch for me,” I shrug.

She looks back toward me, and there’s conflict in her gaze before it softens. “You can sleep in the guest room.”

“With you?” I hedge.

She nods, and I can’t help the smile I let loose.

She inches toward me, her naked body almost pressed against mine, but not quite, I just feel the heat coming off her skin on mine, “I think I’m going to want more of this,” her hand wraps around my dick that is now beginning to harden once again.

“Then I definitely think it’s best if we are in the same bed. Convenience and all,” I joke.

Audrey looks up at me smiling. “Right. I’m all about convenience.”

22

Ihad sex with Charlie. Charlie fucked me. He didn’t freak out, didn’t run away. No, he took control, completely took over andfucked me. Like life changing, hard, rough, passionate,bed breakingsex.

There was some awkwardness after the fact. I could tell he didn’t know exactly how to feel, or how I was feeling. And I didn’t know exactly how I was feeling either, which is strange.

Normally, I’m all “Cool, great, thanks for the orgasm, gotta go.”But this was different. I know this was big for him, and I didn’twantto run away from him the second we both got off.

Plus, he was trying to take care of me after. He cares. He’s too sweet for me, and I almost feel bad that he ended his drought with me. Almost. I’m a mess when it comes to any sort of relationship that isn’t purely sexual. But I also think we’ve developed a sort of friendship. Plus, some sex.

Friends with benefits. Kind of.

Because those always work out without someone getting hurt, right?

I try not to think about that as we both climb into the bed I’ve been staying in for the last couple of weeks. I grabbed a t-shirt from his dresser before leaving his room and didn’t bother to put on any panties because, let’s be honest here, I’m hoping he wakes me up at some point and I don’t want there to be anything in the way of that. He only pulled on a pair of boxers, and I think it was to hide the fact that he was getting hard again.

Which I wanted to do something about, but he walked ahead of me back to my room without giving me the chance to drop down to my knees in front of him.

Once we are in the large bed together, I don’t even resist when he wraps his strong arm around my middle and pulls my back against his chest. I’m not a cuddler. I don’t do this, but I give in for him because I feel like he needs the connection.

And I don’t hate it.

I sink into his embrace, feeling his breathing even out behind me as I close my eyes and it’s kind of peaceful. The way he’s holding me is intimate and comfortable, things that usually freak me out with a guy because I don’t want him getting the wrong idea. But with Charlie it feels different. I sink into his embrace and fall asleep easier than I think I ever have before.

I start to wake up,surrounded by warmth. So much warmth. I turn over and nuzzle closer into it with a sigh. It’s hard and smells nice, a mix of the forest and fucking. That reminds me,I’ve never fucked someone in the forest, I’d like to do that sometime.

The warmth makes a sound, a deep rumbling sound and I like it. I want more of it. My hand reaches out, landing on the very hard, muscled chest and sliding lower, there’s a waistband, then under the fabric is a large, thick dick that is at least semi hard.

Charlie groans again as I squeeze slightly. I smile, opening my eyes before licking his chest, tasting the salt from his sweat before I rest my chin there. He opens his eyes to see me already staring at him.

“You know, I was just having a dream similar to this. You were looking at me like this, but your face was a bit lower.”

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