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agreed was a different story. “What do you mean?”

“I think we shouldn’t push the envelope. I don’t want our relationship to suffer.”

“I agree.” Aleks turned his head to face her, but he didn’t make eye contact. “So that’s it?” “That’s it.”

They both sat silent for a moment. Carrie really didn’t know what else to say, so she decided to change the subject. “We’re nowhere near ready for the party.”

“I’ll take off Thursday and Friday from work. I’ll do whatever last minute things need to get done. Be your chauffeur. Your errand boy.”

“Errand boy.” From out of nowhere a tingle of desire ran through her body. “I like the sound of that. There are so many things I could get you to do.”

He seemed to get the same idea and leaned over and kissed her. “Maybe we should start now.” “I thought we were done?” They were supposed to be done. That’s what he wanted.

“Done is so final.” He kissed her again, this time trailing his kisses down her neck toward

her breasts. “This decision is so delicate that I think we need to revisit it.” Aleks pulled away the comforter and sucked in a nipple.

“Mmm...hmm.”

He stuck his head underneath the cover and continued his exploration between her legs. Maybe they needed a goodbye fuck. A final fuck. A one-more-for-the-road fuck.

“I agree. Definitely something to revisit.”

Chapter 12

Tired and confused, Aleks parked his car in the back lot of the bar. He had just left Martina and Carrie after hours of prepping for the party the next day. The Taylors were going to be so surprised and impressed. Not that he could take much of the credit. Carrie and Martina had done all the planning and ordering. Aleks and Rob were the muscle. They set up tables and chairs, moved around furniture, made sure the bar was stocked and the trellis for the ceremony was secured in its place.

He was desperately in need of a drink. After a shower and shave, Aleks headed out to meet up with Rob and a couple friends.

The Harp was an Irish pub, complete with homage to the Celtic nation and the countdown to St. Paddy’s Day ticking away behind the bar. Aleks entered the small space and was greeted by the scent of grease. A pleasure to his tummy after a day of hard labor. He was starving.

When he walked in, his friends were already gathered at the back of the room, Rob included. In the middle of the table, sat two pitchers of beer and a s

tack of plates topped with napkins and wet naps, indicating that chicken wings were already on their way.

“What took you so long?” Rob shouted across the bar as Aleks made his way over to the table.

“Turko’s a woman when it comes to his appearance. You should know that by now.” William “Billy Bob” Bennett liked to give Aleks a hard time.

“Maybe if you took a few extra minutes getting ready Billy Bob you might actually be out with a woman instead of being here with us.” Aleks grabbed hold of Billy’s head and pulled it into his chest mimicking a noogie.

Aleks wasn’t one for primping and prepping, but today it took him a little longer to get himself together. After spending the afternoon with Carrie his mind was in turmoil. He was happy their relationship hadn’t suffered as a result of their roll in the hay, but on the other hand they were back to where they were before. Which was the point, wasn’t it? Just a no-strings fling. It was supposed to be, but somewhere along the way Aleks let himself get sucked into believing that maybe, somehow, a relationship with Carrie could be possible. By the way she’d treated him today, there was no way that was happening.

While shaving, he gave himself a pep talk, then he had no choice but to pull on his cock in the shower after he regrettably glanced at his bed. The image of Carrie spread eagle, touching herself for his pleasure, would be forever burned into his brain. Finally, he jumped in his car and headed to the bar.

Aleks pulled out the wood chair and took his place in front of Rob, making himself comfortable. “If I’m that late, what did I miss?”

“Just Billy Bob going on about a questionable date he had this week.” The fourth member of the group, Marc, filled Aleks in on the scoop.

“She exists, you ass,” Billy Bob spat.

“Are you sure about that? Because the last time you talked about going on a date, Kurt Cobain was still alive.” Three out of the four men laughed. Billy Bob didn’t find it so amusing.

“Ha Ha. I’m glad you can all laugh at my expense. We can’t all be pussy magnets like Turko.”

“Pussy magnet? I like the sound of that.” Although Aleks wasn’t taking advantage of his magnetic prowess lately, he did enjoy the nickname.

“Al, you haven’t been much of a magnet lately.” Rob. Leave it to him to notice Aleks’s lack of female companionship.

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