Page 25 of Get A Fix

“Yes,” he said, without moving his hands.

“Why?”

“Because I like having sex,” he grumbled, sounding a bit annoyed, finally moving his hands to glare at me.

“And you can’t have sex with people you talk to?”

“It’s more like, I meet very few people.”

I squinted at him.

“It’s true,” he stressed, patting the space beside him on the bed.

Lying down beside him, I smiled. “Say more.”

Another groan like he was dying.

“I wanna talk to you,” I said, putting my hand on his chest. “I’m not expecting more than a great few days and memories I’ll use to fill the spank bank for a long time, but⁠—”

“The spank bank,” he repeated, sounding horrified.

I cackled, and his smile was nearly blinding before he rolled on top of me and took my mouth. The kiss was utterly mauling, his hands on both sides of my face so I couldn’t move as one devouring kiss became another and another.

When he lifted his lips from mine, a whimper of need tore out of my throat. I wanted him badly.

“Here’s the thing,” he began, and I moved my hands to his hips as he sat up, his long legs folded on either side of me as he pressed his perfect ass to my groin. I noted his blown pupils and swollen lips. “Some years ago, there was a man. I was crazy about him, but he lived in Oregon and I lived in Malibu. So it wasn’t serious, except it was when we were together, which was not as often as I would have liked.”

“And when you weren’t together, there were other men. Yeah?”

He nodded.

“And he didn’t like that?”

“He said he didn’t care, as our thing was open and easy, but I found myself wanting more, and I think so did he for a while, but then there was a misunderstanding I couldn’t fix.”

“Lemme guess: he caught you with another guy.”

He shook his head, splaying his hands on my chest as he moved forward and back over my very hard erection.

“He found a man in my bed whom I’d slept with in the past, but not that time. When I was in the town where he lived, once we had an agreement, I was monogamous.”

“And he didn’t believe you.”

“No, he didn’t, but he also said we could keep seeing each other.”

“But just as friends? Just fuck buddies?”

“Yes.”

“But you wanted more.”

“I did.”

“Even though you lived in different states? You didn’t think that was confusing?”

“It was,” he agreed, then moaned loudly as I gripped his thighs hard and yanked him forward so my cock was nestled between his ass cheeks.

“You liked him more than you thought.”