When he finally pressed inside of me, goosebumps erupted all over my skin, drawing up a map to my most intimate parts, inviting him in. I couldn’t remember ever feeling such burning lust. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything so badly.
I had ended up coming harder than I ever did in my life. What was it about him that got me so hot? Was it the fact that he was a bad boy and so obviously wrong for me? Or the fact that my brother would have killed me if he knew that I had slept with the competition, and slept with the competition in a coat closet at my friend’s house while all our friends were outside?
I stared down at my phone, my finger hovering over my list of contacts. I wanted to text Dylan, but I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that you invited out to dinner, but I wasn’t the type of girl to send a guy a booty call either.
I supposed I could talk to him about the tournament instead, ask him about his competitors maybe, but that sounded lame. Besides, I was trying not to think too hard about the fact that he was one of the other boxers in the tournament. It felt as if I was betraying Bobby.
I couldn’t help it, though. I didn’t know how we had ended up kissing in the first place, but I wanted more with him. I wasn’t looking for a relationship or anything serious. I doubted Dylan was the relationship type anyway. Still, I’d be down to get laid a few more times while he was in town.
I just didn’t know how to approach him, or if this was all something that I would end up regretting.
Jen and I met up at one of my favorite local restaurants, a Middle Eastern place located in a hipster, artsy neighborhood. “All right, what’s up?” Jen asked the minute she saw me.
I laughed. “How do you always know when something’s going on?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Your poker face sucks,” she said. “You’re way too obvious with your emotions. Not that it’s a bad thing, but come on, spill.”
“Let’s figure out what we’re going to eat first,” I replied, trying to drag out the inevitable.
Jen snorted. “We already know exactly what we’re going to get, it’s the same thing every time,” she reminded me. “Nice try though.”
I laughed at her no-nonsense attitude. Nothing could get past her. “Okay,” I said with a sigh, lifting my gaze to look at her. “It’s a guy.”
“The one who rescued you from Ryan at the barbecue?” Jen asked immediately.
I groaned. “You saw that?” I wondered what else people had seen. Had anyone heard us in the closet? I felt my cheeks grow warm and turn red in response. I knew it had been a stupid idea to do such a private thing in such a public place. It wasn’t what I usually preferred. I had never had sex with someone in a closet before.
I just hadn’t been able to keep my hands off of him, and the second he’d suggested it, I knew I couldn’t walk away. But the last thing that I wanted was for all of my friends to know that I had had sex in a closet with a complete stranger. I didn’t know if I could survive the humiliation.
“His name’s Dylan,” I admitted. “He’s one of the other boxers in Bobby’s tournament.”
“Right, he does look like a boxer,” Jen said. “But oh my god, I can only imagine what Bobby would do if you went after the competition!”
“I know,” I groaned.
“Why is he so protective of you, anyway?” Jen asked. “He has to know you’re not a virgin anymore.”
“He’s just looking out for me. It’s not that he’s worried about me having sex, he’s just worried about, you know, the long-term.”
“He doesn’t want you to get your heart broken?” Jen asked. “That’s kind of sweet, I guess. But it’s not like a one-night stand is going to break your heart.”
“No, of course not,” I said, shaking my head. “But I don’t think he wants to think of me as having one-night stands, even if he knows that I’m old enough to sleep with guys.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. Who knew what my brother was thinking.
Jen chuckled. “Okay, that’s fair,” she said. “Again, I guess it’s sweet that he cares so much about you, but he has to realize that you can take care of yourself.”
“I’m sure he does,” I said. “But there’s a part of him that’s always going to think of me as his little sister. We didn’t have the greatest time growing up, so he always had to look out for me. He’s still doing it, and he probably always will,” I replied in a soft voice.
“Yeah, I understand,” Jen said. She was quiet for a moment, playing with her hair. “That dude Dylan was pretty hot, though.”
I got an unexpected flashback to our time in the closet. We hadn’t even bothered to get our clothes off, but I’d been able to feel the muscles beneath his shirt. I could only imagine what it would be like to take our time with one another, to strip him naked and run my tongue along the tattoos spanning his chest and arms. I could feel my skin tingling with interest.
“Yeah, he is pretty good-looking,” I said in a choked-up voice and wondered if Jen could hear it. I shook my head. “If he weren’t involved in the tournament, I’d text him in a heartbeat. But I think it’s a bad idea with Bobby involved.”
Jen frowned thoughtfully. “I mean, I don’t think it’s fair that you have to hold yourself back just
