“Normally, but I don’t have any right now.”
I felt myself growing cold. Why didn’t he? Had he used them all up? Jealousy coursed through me.
“We’re getting carried away, we weren’t even thinking about it.”
“You could have pulled out,” I mumbled.
“I wouldn’t have wanted to have pulled out,” he whispered into my ear. “And there’s no fucking way I would live to tell the tale if I got you pregnant.”
“Then let’s just kiss.” I pulled him toward me and touched the side of his face.
“Can we take a break for a couple of minutes?” He gave me a wry smile. “I don’t think I can just lie here naked with you, kissing you and not doing anything else.
“Okay.” I smiled back. “Let’s talk then.”
“Maybe we should get under the covers.” He stared at my breasts. “Your naked body is taunting me.”
“I thought you wanted to go home to sleep.”
“I said I would want to go home to sleep if I’d fucked you. We’re not fucking, so I think it’s okay if I stay the night.”
“Okay,” I said as we pulled the sheets down and got under the covers. “Can I ask you why you don’t like spending the night with a woman after sex?” I asked him, genuinely curious as to his motivations. “I never knew that about you.”
“Why would you? Until last night we’ve never known each other in this way,” he said with an unabashed grin as he pulled me into his arms. I settled my head on his chest and stared up at him.
“So, are you going to tell me?” I asked him as I settled into his body and lifted my leg over his.
“What do you want to know?”
“Why do you not like to sleep over and why do you never have long-term relationships?” I stared up into his eyes and ran my hand along his stomach, reaching down to play with his cock as we lay there. His breath caught and he stared at me for a few seconds and then smiled.
Chapter 11
Jeff
Betsy’s naked body was pressed against mine and her leg was resting on the side of my cock, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could lie in this position and not take her. I shifted to the side, so that her leg fell to the side of my body and thought about how to answer her question.
“So?” She gazed at me curiously, and I stared at her lips, wanting to kiss her again. I could still taste her, and I wanted to reach down and see if she was still wet, but I knew that that would be a bad idea.
“So, I guess they’re both related,” I said as I stared at her open expression. I wanted to be as honest with her as possible, but I also didn’t want her to hate me or think I was insensitive.
“Oh?”
“You know my parents …” My voice drifted off, and I waited for her to nod her understanding.
“Yeah. What about them?”
“They’re miserable together,” I said finally, looking away from her eyes and staring at the wall. “Every single night they argue and scream and shout at each other. My dad calls my mom fat and ugly, my mom calls him an asshole with a small dick, and then he drinks and tells her he wishes he never met her, and she cries herself to sleep. Some nights he’ll go in the bedroom and they’ll have loud sex, and other nights he leaves the house and doesn’t come back until morning.”
“No.” She looked shocked. “I always thought they were so happy together.”
“Nah.” I shook my head. “They hate each other.”
“Why don’t they get a divorce?”
“Religious reasons. They’re Catholic. They will never get divorced.”
“So that’s why you don’t date?” She pursed her lips. “Because your parents have a sucky marriage?”
“Not just because of that.” I shook my head. “I just also never met anyone I’d like to spend a lot of time with.”
“You mean outside of the bedroom?”
“Not just that.” I shook my head. “I think intimacy is overrated. That’s part of the reason why I don’t like spending the night with women, and I sure don’t have them over to my place.”
“What, never?”
I laughed at the look on her face. “You’re shocked because you most probably love to cuddle after sex. That’s something couples do. When you’re just casually seeing someone, you don’t have to pretend to care about cuddling and opening up to each other.”
“So you just hit it and quit it.”
“That sounds crude.” I frowned. “I don’t use women.”
“I’m not saying that you do …” She paused and touched my shoulder. “I guess I just don’t understand why you don’t like intimacy.”
“I don’t think many men like intimacy that much,” I said honestly. “Most of us love sex but want our own space after that.”
“Not true. Jules told me that Nolan loves to cuddle and kiss her.” She stared at me. “And from what I can tell, he craves being around her even more than she craves being around him sometimes, and that’s saying a lot because Jules is obsessed with Nolan.”
“I guess maybe because they’re in love, it’s different,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t know.”
“Have you ever been in love?” she asked me, her lips parted slightly as she gazed at me. Her hair framed her face in such a way that she looked like an angel and I couldn’t answer for a few moments.
“No. No, I haven’t,” I said honestly. I had never been in love. I didn’t really believe in love. I thought it was a man-made concept to make people spend money and commit to a lifetime of unhappiness. What was love, really? Shouting and arguing constantly and living a life full of angst and anxiety, just because? Maybe for some people it was an excuse to allow themselves to enjoy sex without feeling guilty. I didn’t have any hang-ups about sex. I enjoyed it. I had it, and I moved on.
“What are you thinking?”
