Page 90 of Wildest Dreams

Rhyland Coltridge commented: Siri, play “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” by Prince.

Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: Siri, play “Lollipop” by Lil Wayne.

Rhyland Coltridge commented: Siri, play “34+35” by Ariana Grande.

TheRealKieranCarmichael commented: Get a room.

How did you know when you were a sex addict?

How much sex was too much sex?

I couldn’t quantify that. All I knew was that for the rest of the week, Rhyland and I bumped uglies at least three times a day, excluding mutual oral. We went through all my favorite positions, then his. We had sex during Grav’s naptime, after she went to sleep. When Cal came over with Serafina, I insisted I had an urgent OB-GYN appointment to attend, instead going upstairs to have my vagina destroyed by Rhyland Coltridge.

Addicts always said they could stop whenever they wanted. Unlike them, I was beginning to see it was going to be pretty hard to say goodbye to this magnificent dick, and to the man attached to it, when all this was over.

So on the Thursday before our trip to Texas, which would probably mark the end of our arrangement, I decided to broach the subject with Rhy.

It was ten o’clock at night. Grav was fast asleep after Rhy took her out for a carriage ride and some Union Square Donuts. He’d tired her out real good in order to make sure he could have her mother all to himself afterward.

“Rhy.” I pressed my stomach and breasts against his bare back, lying on top of him.

“Hmm?” His cheek was pressed against my pillow, and he was half-asleep. He never stayed over when we hooked up. It was one of those invisible lines we refused to cross.

“Are we going to stop…you know, this, when the arrangement is over?”

“You mean fucking?” he asked groggily.

I smiled, and I knew he could feel my cheek stretching against his skin when I did. “Yeah.”

“Not if it’s up to me.” He flipped himself over onto his back, hugging me so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. We were now in a woman-on-top position, my hands on his pecs. His fingers ran up and down my back soothingly. His eyes met mine—green, blue, and mesmerizing. “But I’ll respect whatever you decide.”

“You’re insane if you think I’m quitting the D train.” I rolled my eyes.

He laughed, kissing my nose. “Good to hear, because I wasn’t planning on stopping, you know, that part of the arrangement.”

I licked my lips, trailing a finger over his collarbone. “Are you still going to babysit Grav when I go to the Taylor Swift show in September?”

He offered me a scandalized look. “Duh, dude. What the fuck? She’s my girl.”

There was something about the way he said it—she’s my girl—that made me struggle not to cry.

“I’m also down for the occasional babysitting gig. You know, here and there.” He smoothed my hair back gently. “But you’ll have to figure out a permanent arrangement. I’m going to be neck-deep in working on the app. Probably going to sleep at the office most nights.”

“I know,” I said distractedly.

Rhy elevated one eyebrow. “Have you spoken to Cherrie at all? Let her know your decision?”

“Not yet.”

“You need to if you want to secure Grav’s spot.”

“Still thinking about it,” I said vaguely, scurrying up to wrap myself in a robe.

I was no longer on the fence about the preschool itself—it was amazing, and it had crazy-good reviews on Yelp out of hundreds of reviewers. My issue was the tuition. I’d saved a really goodamount of money, but I knew I’d forever be playing catch-up with the fee once my savings ran out.

I padded to the bathroom to brush my teeth, with Rhy stretching out on the edge of the bed before following me inside. When he entered the en suite, his cock was still at half-mast from sex a few minutes ago, and he was scratching the side of his ass, and it struck me that this was what domestic bliss looked like. Only we weren’t a real couple, and he was way out of my league even now, on the cusp of being a millionaire but not quite there.

“Hey.” He hugged me from behind while I brushed my teeth. Our eyes met in the mirror.

---