Page 5 of Collisions and Decisions

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

And that’s when I remember this is supposed to be a one-night stand. At least for me. And from Xander’s reaction as soon as the high of his orgasm faded, it’s the same for him.

I’ll have to find a way to be okay with this.

I hear the water of the shower turn on, and tell myself that clearly the last thing Xander wants is for me to be anywhere near him. So I grab one of my dirty shirts and wipe myself off as best as I can. I put on briefs and get into bed.

The second Xander comes out, I know he doesn’t really want anything else from me. I ignore the disappointment and smile as if nothing’s wrong.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom now,” I say uselessly. “You can still stay, obviously.”

“Thanks,” he says, his voice as deceptively casual as mine. “I’m going to check out some sights early, so I better go to sleep.”

I nod and gesture toward the other side of the bed. “Go right ahead.”

I do my nighttime routine on autopilot, and just like he said he would be, Xander’s asleep when I come out. I turn all the lights off and try to go to sleep myself. It takes me a long time, but eventually, the sounds of his even breaths lull me to sleep too.

I’m not really surprised when Xander and all his things are gone in the morning, but the disappointment is too strong for me to ignore.

Do I reallyhaveto find a way to be okay with this being only a one-night thing?

I don’t think I do. I’m pretty sure I can ask for more. I can try to win Xander over if he’ll let me. And that’s the crux of it. If he’ll let me.

Doesn’t mean I can’t hope, I can’t plan.

With that in mind, I pack all of my things and go down to get some breakfast. Seeing my teammates again is jarring. They’re all acting exactly the way they were last night. Nothing’s changed for them.

A lot has changed for me.

So I bide my time, and when we’re on the bus, on our way to Baltimore, I go right to Bear who always sits alone unless he’s got someone to talk to, and start putting things in motion.

“Can I get Xander’s phone number?” I ask, without preamble.

He stares at me, intense as hell like always, for what feels like an eternity. I don’t know what he’s looking for but eventually he nods. My whole body floods with home at that nod, so the blow of his words hits harder.

“I’ll ask him if he wants me to give you his number.”

Well, that’s the best I can hope for, I guess.

THREE

XANDER

One Week Later

I stare downat my phone with dread.

I’ve been a sex worker for way too long to let this go on. It’s a job, like any other, so of course I don’t absolutely love every session with every client. Of course I fantasize about someone else sometimes. Not often, since I genuinely like how much men want me. I like being their object of desire.

But the last week has been extreme.

I can’t think about any other man while I’m working except Wyatt. If I have a dick inside me, I’m picturing what it would be like to have his monster cock in me instead. If I’m giving a blowjob, I remember how blessedly full I felt when I sucked him off, or worse, I remember how he absolutely blew my mind when he sucked me off.

Either he was lying about never having done anything sexual with a man, or he’s a natural. And I know I don’t have a big dick, but I’m thick and long enough that deepthroating me still takes a toll. I know damn well that someone who’s never done it before would have a problem with it at first.

Wyatt just . . . did it.

It wasn’t super-fast, I know, but he didn’t even gag.

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