Page 67 of Sexy Dirty Fun

When I saw him sitting at the table talking to someone I stopped and watched him. He loved meeting new people and could talk to anyone about anything. He was so smart and sexy and kind. I was a very lucky girl to have him.

He stopped talking when he saw me and gave me a crooked smile that made my heart skip a beat. He ended his conversation and came over to me. “Are you ok? I was about to send out a search warrant for you.” He put his hand on the small of my back and kissed my temple. His tenderness almost made me cry.

“I ran into some people I knew,” I said, forcing back the tears. “Let’s go back up to the room.” I was over this party. I wanted to get lost in him for the night and go back home tomorrow.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking around. “We haven’t been here that long.”

I waved him down and stood on my tiptoes. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered, hoping that would get his attention.

“Well, why didn’t you say that earlier,” he said with a grin and took my hand. We made it back up to our room in record time and spent the night in each other’s arms.

I was trying to erase the memory of Cane’s kiss from my mind, but I found myself thinking about his hands on me, his mouth kissing me, and his cock inside me. I was the worst girlfriend ever.

The next morning, I tried to call Rebecca when he was out getting us some decent coffee but she never answered. Our flight back to Madison was mid-morning. Zach had wanted to stick around longer to sight-see, but due to some last-minute schedule changes at the hospital last week, we had to change our plans. After last night, I was glad we were getting the fuck out of LA.

Our trip home was uneventful and he dropped me off at Dad’s. He had to go in that night already, so I probably wouldn’t see him for a couple of days. As soon as I got inside, I called Rebecca. She freaked out right away when I told her Cane kissed me at the party.

“Did you tell Zach? Did they meet?” She asked, talking a mile a minute.

“No, I didn’t tell Zach. We left the party after. I had to get out of there,” I said with a sigh as I sat down on the couch.

“How did you manage that?”

“I told him I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I wanted to be alone,” I said wryly.

“Works every time,” she snorted and we both giggled. “Are you ok, Lindsey?”

I bit my lip and fought back tears. “I don’t know honestly.” I brought my hands to my lips, thinking about the way Cane kissed me. “I thought I was over him until he kissed me.”

“Why?” She asked.

“It’s hard to explain. Zach is a great kisser and attentive lover. I have no complaints in the bedroom. Or out of the bedroom. But he doesn’t kiss me like Cane. With Cane, there’s such passion; it’s like he’s going to die if he can’t kiss me.”

“I think I know what you mean. Doesn’t Zach want you to move in with him?”

“Yes, and he wants an answer soon. Rebecca, my head is telling me to be with Zach – that he’s safe and I have no doubt I can live a happy life with him.”

“But?” she asked when I paused.

“I wonder if I’m settling. Then I think about how Cane hurt me and I wonder if a passion like we had could sustain itself for the rest of our lives.” I laid back on the couch in frustration. “I like Zach. I would even say I love him.”

“Well, I hate what Cane has done to your life. You gave up your dream at Rolling Stone and you live in fucking Wisconsin. I miss my best friend in LA and I blame him for that. I let him know that whenever I see him too. On the other hand, Linds, I want you to be happy. I support whatever you do.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I won’t see Zach for a few days because he’s busy at the hospital, but I have to figure this out by then.”

“Good luck. Call me if you need me,” she replied.

I hung up and headed into the kitchen where my dad was sitting at the table. “Hey, Dad,” I said and grabbed a soda out of the fridge.

“How was LA?” He asked, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Ok,” I replied with a sigh and sat down next to him. I grabbed a section sitting nearby and started reading.

“Did you see that guy you used to date? What was his name again?”

I looked up in surprise. Dad and I hadn’t really talked much about Cane and the break up. In fact, I didn’t talk to Dad about my personal life much at all. My focus has always been getting him better.

“I did,” I said. “And his name is Cane.”

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