Page 82 of Kismet

I can’t tell you how many times we’ve gone out to a club or a house party, and she wound up getting eaten out in the bathroom or some spare bedroom, and she kicks them out when she’s done. She’s a savage, and I fucking love her for it. Most women are scared to go after what they want. Not Kylie.

So the fact that she gave that biker head says something.

“That’s different,” I finally reply once I’ve stopped laughing.

“I know! Who am I?” She giggles before finishing the rest of her drink. “But fuck, Cash. He’s…Wow.”

“Good wow or bad wow?”

“Good! His dick is even pierced!”

My eyes widen. I’ve never seen one of those in real life. “What?! Like what type of piercing?”

“The ladder one. It looked so fucking amazing, dude. Coolest dick that’s ever been in my mouth, by far.”

I laugh, watching her smile at the thought of it. “Well, I’m glad you had a good night.”

“Yup, now you. Tell me what happened andhowit even happened. I don’t even know at what part of the night you disappeared. You’re a sneaky devil.”

“Clearly, Jameson makes me horny and stupid. Let’s start there.” I pause to take a sip of my new, full mimosa. My head feeling better already. “It was all my fault, Ky. I came onto him. I asked him to take me upstairs. I even fucking made the first move once we were there!”

“Was it good, at least?” One thing I adore about Kylie is her no judgment personality. She takes everything in with an open mind.

“I mean… Yeah? It was fucking incredible. I might even go as far as to say it was fuckingearth shattering.” I take a sip of my drink. “And we didn’t even have sex. Kissing and touching with him does more for me than sex with anyone else ever has.”

“So, what’s the problem?” she asks, popping a huge bite of hash browns into her mouth.

“Kylie,” I grumble. “It’s Stone we’re talking about. Need I remind you about our history?”

“Well, of course. I know that, but if it felt good in the moment, why make it weird? It doesn’t have to be any bigger than you want it to be. What did he say this morning?”

My face screws up, suddenly feeling like the biggest asshole of all time. “I, uh. I kind of left while he was still sleeping.”

“Oh…wow, Cash. What a true douchebag move. You need to at least talk to him about what happened. You can’t just have your world rocked and then ghost him. That’s not who you are. You’re better than that.”

Leave it to Kylie to go all disappointed mom on me and make me feel like shit. She’s one hundred percent right, though. That’s not me.

“Fuck, Ky. Why do you gotta be so fucking right all the time.”

“I’m not even going to gloat about that right now, because I’m serious. Tell him how you’re feeling. Even if what you’re feeling is pissed that it happened. Get that shit off your chest, Cash. You went five long fucking years without a peep from him. There was so much you wanted to say but couldn’t. Now’s your chance.”

“You’re right,” I grumble, downing the rest of my drink and contemplating how I’m going to have this talk with him.

I dread it.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Stone Philips

Cash: Can I stop by your office this morning after my first class?

It’s been about thirty minutes since I got to work and just as long since I’ve been staring at the text from Cash. I don’t know why I’m having a hard time responding to him, but I think subconsciously I know that whatever it is he wants to talk about isn’t going to be good.

It was frustrating, to say the least, to wake up yesterday and find him gone. I wanted to believe we had made headway when we hooked up the night before. It felt raw and real to me… but maybe it was just me. Either way, I dread this conversation, but may as well get it over with.

Me: Of course. See you in a bit.

His first class gets out at ten. So, I have an hour and a half to prepare myself. I’ve done nothing but replay Saturday night with him over and over in my head since I woke up alone. I want more nights like that with him. Many more.

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