Page 41 of That First Night
She pushes off the counter to stand in front of me, and just as she’s about to unzip my pants, my phone rings from the other side of the kitchen. Peyton gives me a questioning head tilt and I say, “Let it go to voicemail.”
But as soon as it stops ringing, it’s ringing again.
“Fuck,” I yell “let me get it.” I walk over to the counter where my phone sits, and I see that it’s Emiline calling. Panic courses through my body that something is wrong with James. “Emiline, what’s wrong.”
“Thomas,” she says, and I can hear the worry in her voice. “It’s James. He hasn’t stopped throwing up and he’s got a pretty high fever. He said he wants to come home.”
I groan into the phone at the inconvenience of him getting sick but also wanting to get him home as soon as possible because I’m worried about him since he rarely gets sick or spikes fevers. “Of course. Okay,” I say, pacing the kitchen. “Uh, I’ll send Eddy to grab him while I get his stuff together for him to relax here at home.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’m sorry, Thomas.”
“No, don’t be, Em. It’s fine,” I say as I hang up the phone with her and move my gaze back to Peyton who’s getting dressed, and her back is to me.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter, running my hands through my hair. “James is pretty sick. He’s on his way home.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry for James being sick,” she says with her back still to me like she can’t even look me in the eye.
“But…” I pause, not sure how to approach what just fucking happened here in the kitchen. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
“I-I think we both got a little carried away. I’m sorry I let it get that far.”
Does she… Does she fucking regret it?
“I’m going to head in for the night,” she says crossing the kitchen. “Please let me know if you need any help with James. I’m here if you need me.” And without a glance back or allowing me any time to respond, she’s out of the kitchen and I hear the door to her room close.
What the fuck just happened?
I wake up to the smell of waffles engulfing my senses and a throbbing soreness at my center which brings me back to the memories of last night. My plan was to have a talk with Thomas and apologize for how I’ve acted the last two weeks. I had no fucking plans of letting him spread me open on his kitchen counter and devour me like I’m his last meal, but clearly, my body doesn’t know how to control itself in his presence.
I have never,in my life,climaxed that hard before. Unlike the night he finger fucked me into oblivion in a dark hallway, last night was slow and calculated. That man fucking knows his way around a woman’s body, and he sure knows how to work his fingers with the right moves to send me over the edge.
This morning, my body aches from being touched for the first time in so long and it’s craving his touch again. I’m starting to understand what Avery is talking about when she says the right orgasm will leave you wanting more.
On top of that, something about Thomas just makes me feel comfortable. I know that doesn’t make sense but I’m the type of person who prefers to have sex with the lights off because I’m self-conscious about my body. There was something about the way he looked at me last night, though. He made me feel so sexy, and that’s a very foreign feeling to me. I mean, I rubbed my own nipples in front of him, which I have never been bold enough to do before.
I have no clue where last night would have gone if Emiline hadn’t phoned about James being sick. Not that I would have regretted going further with him, but I feared thathemight regret it, since he’s my boss.
That thought causes my heart rate to pick up because I wonder if hedoesregret last night. Thomas doesn’t seem to be the type to do relationships or call after a one-night stand.
The smell of waffles continues to consume me as I lay there with my thoughts frantically running through my brain. I swing my legs off the bed and get up to get dressed. I decide to go for black leggings and a casual buttoned down knit blouse that I like to wear when I’m just kickin’ it around the house.
Just as I am about to leave, my phone buzzes and I notice Gigi is calling. Quickly, I answer because I get nervous when she calls me this early. “Hey, Gigi.”
“Hi, sweetheart.” Her voice sounds tired.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, honey. I’m just tired today,” she sighs. “I was calling to see how things are going with you over there?”
Relief takes over, even though I know she could be lying to me. She doesn’t ever want to show her pain because she always wants to be the strong one. I admire her for that.
“Things are going okay,” I pause to gather my thoughts and think about what I can tell her. “James is pretty sick though. I was just about to check on him.”
“Oh no, poor thing.”
“I think he’s got the stomach bug.”
“That's the worst. I hope he’s okay.” I can hear the worry in her voice for a small child she's never met before. She loves kids. “Do you need me to bring you anything for him?”
