Page 36 of Unfriend Me
Listen, I’d had some fantastic orgasms in my day that needed to be shared with my girls in a long play-by-play over a glass of wine. Because pleasure that good should be shared. And bragged about. But that was before I’d had sex with Titus in a sea cave.
That orgasm? Fuck me sideways, that sucker was next level. Probably several levels up. And I wasn’t sharing the details with anyone. Not because it wasn’t worth bragging about—because it sure as hell was—but because something had happened between us in that little dark cave. Something deeper than just getting off.
Before I could even dissect what that thing could even be, the dummy went and said he loved me. Like, who does that? We weren’t even officially dating-dating and he’d already dropped the three little words. It was enough to make a girl discombobulated.
“Um…”
Fuck. That was the worst response to “I love you” ever. But in my defense, it was a little out of left field. I’d dated Douchebag for almost a year and we’d never said those words to each other. One time in a sea cave and Titus was ready to lay it all out there?
Titus’s grip on my face tightened. “I know. You can’t say it back yet. And that’s okay. I’ve waited sixteen years. What’s a few more?”
He kissed me quickly, still inside me and getting hard again if what I felt when I squeezed down there was correct. Titus’s jaw went granite hard and I knew he could feel me. Yep, definitely hard again.
“I’d wait a lifetime for you, Amelia,” he said through gritted teeth. His hips thrust up into mine like he just couldn’t help himself. “Take your time. Figure out how you feel.”
“I feel that,” I said on an exhale. And I did. Little sparks of nerve endings were firing all throughout my body again. I wasn’t sure if I had it in me to go for round two so quickly, but I was always up for a challenge. And distraction from those three little words in the form of the best sex I’d ever had.
Titus lowered his head to kiss along my neck, his shaggy hair tickling me as he went. His hands finally drifted south, lifting my breasts and squeezing gently. The urgency between us wasn’t gone. Diminished a bit from our first time, but still there on the edges. This time was a more lazy exploration as we touched every inch of each other, sand creeping in and making it a messy affair. By the time he clutched me to him, my lungs squeezed of oxygen and his hips rolling in a delicious cadence, the orgasm swept through me quietly. Titus captured my lips with his and held me there even as he shuddered through his own orgasm.
It should have been weird when we finally stood up and got back to the bonfire. It should have been awkward between us now that I knew what it felt like to have my best friend balls deep inside me. Surprisingly, it wasn’t. It felt natural, like it had always been Titus and me. As I stepped back into my shorts and shirt, I realized ithadalways been Titus and me. Just less dick. And quite frankly, I was doing just fine with the addition of that bad boy.
Titus tossed the forgotten vibrator back in the picnic basket. “Didn’t need that after all.”
I smacked him on the ass. Hard. “Nope, not with that magic thumb of yours.”
He grinned like a man well and truly sated. We gathered up our things and headed back to Titus’s truck, but not before he stole a few more kisses, pressing me up against the truck door and making me wonder how I lived all these years without this side of Titus.
His phone buzzed when we got in and headed back home. “Can you read that for me?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.
I lifted his cell phone and laughed when the whole text message lit up the screen. “You know they have lock screens that prevent people from reading your messages, right?”
He gave me a dirty look. “I don’t do those phone updates. Takes too damn long.”
I snickered, wondering how old the operating system must be on this beat-up phone of his. Then I actually read the text and gasped.
“What?”
I twisted toward him and read it out loud. “Rip texted you. ‘Sorry to bother you on your date with Amelia, but I just felt an earthquake. Please tell me you didn’t just do it in a sea cave like an animal…’”
Titus threw his head back and laughed. “Shit. I didn’t even feel an earthquake.”
I smiled back. “I sure as hell felt one.”
Titus quit laughing and looked over, our gazes locked as the moment spread out and the heat passed back and forth between us. Oh boy, had I felt an earthquake.
* * *
Two weeks later
A peal of laughter from the lobby had me heading over quicker than my heels could manage before things got out of control. My sisters were here, all four of them. If I didn’t get them up to my room in the next thirty seconds, they’d drive all the guests away with their bickering, teasing, and general tomfoolery. I had no idea what tomfoolery even meant, but my mom sure said it enough when describing her harem of daughters.
“Girls!” I whisper-shouted, pointing to the stairs with a stern look.
Oakley flashed me a look that told me to eat shit, but the others looked properly chastised and headed up to my room. I followed, Big Foot hot on my heels. I didn’t advise him sticking around for the sister reunion, but he wasn’t one for listening to logical explanations. Now that I thought about it, he and Oakley shared the same look of disdain.
By the time we all piled into my room, there wasn’t anywhere for me to sit. Izzy and Esme lounged on my bed, Oakley took the recliner, and Vee sat on the little velvet stool I used when putting on makeup. I gave them all a dirty look and sat cross-legged on the floor, kicking my shoes off and groaning at the feeling of freedom. I loved my calves in a stiletto, but my toes threatened mutiny.
Oakley sat forward, the obvious spokesperson for today’s sister meeting. “We’re here to get the scoop since you’ve neglected to keep us in the loop.”
