Page 14 of Passing the Red Line
“Oh, you invited someone to join in on our fun?” She asks, coming closer to me and sliding a hand up my bare chest.
Is she serious right now?
“Gross,” the intruder says, making a gagging sound like the actual thought of a threesome makes her sick.
“You don’t have to join, you can just watch,” Leslie tells the other woman before turning back to me to roll her eyes.
“Fuck that. I’m out,” the intruder announces, causing me to turn back and watch as she walks out. “Have fun with your little sexcapades. I want no part in them. Keep the music down so I can relax and get my much-needed sun. Good luck with the real jersey chaser in the room.” She tells me before flipping me off and walking out the back door and heading down the stairs toward the beach.
Jesus.
I should be the one flipping her off, not the other way around.
Thank fuck she’s gone.
If I see her again, it would be too soon.
Now that one headache is gone, it’s time to deal with the other.
“We don’t need her anyway,” Leslie says, closing the distance between us and pressing her naked body against mine. “What do you say about losing this towel and going for another round?”
Tempting.
But I already broke a handful of my rules with having her here for this long. I don’t want her to think that whatever this is between us is going to go past today. Because it’s not.
I need my alone time and I can’t have it with Leslie here.
“As much as I would love to take you up on the offer,” I say, placing my hand over hers and sliding it off my body. “I have a few things that I have to take care of later today, so I have to cut this short.”
I should have cut it short before breakfast, but this girl enticed me with maple syrup and her nipples and I couldn’t find it in me to say no.
“Oh, okay,” Leslie lets out, sounding disappointed. “Maybe we can meet up later in the week and have a repeat.”
There is hope in her voice, something that I'm used to hearing when it comes to women.
“I don't think that is going to work. Like I said last night, this was only going to be for one night, nothing more would come from it, and I would really like to keep it that way.”
Don’t get me wrong, Leslie is a beautiful girl, but the intruder was right. The girl I spent last night with is in fact a puck bunny, something that I very much knew when I brought her home last night and was okay with. I needed to destress, and she offered to help me out.
But one night is one night.
I could say that I’m don’t do relationships and I just fuck whenever and wherever, but that would be a complete lie. I do have relationships and I’m all for them, but where my life is at the moment, there’s no time for one and that wouldn’t be fair to any woman.
My team just won a Stanley Cup, and if we keep our heads out of our asses, we can work toward another one. I should and need to concentrate on that.
But of course, I am a man with needs. So, fucking around for one night here and there isn’t going to hurt anyone.
Unless you’re like your best friend and get a girl pregnant after one night and live happily ever after.
Nope, I’m good.
Leslie looks up at me like she wants to argue, but after a few seconds she gives me a nod. “That’s fine. Do you mind if I jump in the shower really quick? I have a shift later today and I would rather not smell like sex.”
She doesn't have a shower at her place?
I’m about to tell her no but then my mom’s voice starts sounding through my mind telling me how she raised me better than to tell a woman to leave when she is in need of something.
I can already hear a lecture coming my way when I go over to her house for dinner tonight. Not that I will tell my mom about my extra sexual activities, but I swear she’s going to know somehow.
