“Yes, good thing.” The words felt like poison in my mouth. “W
e can both see anybody else we want.”
He glared at me. “Don’t you dare.”
“Isn’t that what you want?” I cried. “You said I was a booty call.”
He lifted his hands in frustration. “You said you didn’t want to be in a relationship.”
“And you said you weren’t interested anyway.” My voice had risen and there were tears in my eyes. I blinked and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to argue.”
“Of course not,” he said slowly. “Why argue when we can just fuck?” He threw out the words like they tasted bitter. “We can fuck, and I can go home and forget that some guy from wherever was eye-fucking you right in front of me.”
“He wasn’t—” I was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. I thought it might be Amy so I reached for my purse, pulling it out to see Zane’s name on the lit screen.
I looked from the screen to Jason’s face.
“Oh, he’s called already.” He laughed bitterly, guessing rightly from the expression on my face. “It’s him, isn’t it?”
I didn’t want to lie, so I nodded.
“Go on—talk to him,” Jason said mockingly. “We wouldn’t want him to be burned twice by the sexiest girl at the party.”
I was getting angry. He had no right to make it seem like I was the sole reason why our situation was so frustrating.
“I will talk to him,” I said. “At least he is nice, and respectful.”
“And he’s still hung up on your pussy from a hookup from years ago.” He made a gesture of dismissal and I turned my back on him, angrily flicking my finger over the screen. I faced the kitchen counter and forced some cheerfulness into my voice.
“Hello.”
“Heyyy.” It sounded like Zane was still at the club. “Did you leave yet?”
“I did. Couple of minutes ago.”
“Okay.” He laughed. “I thought you weren’t going to take my call. I was about to start facepalming myself to death.”
I forced a laughed. “Over me?”
“Why not?” he said. “So…you home?
“Yeah,” I said. I heard Jason come to stand behind me, but I didn’t turn to look at him. I was so mad, I felt like I was going to explode. If I wanted to, I would talk to Zane all night, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
“What are you doing?” Zane asked.
Jason’s hands encircled my waist. He stroked his fingers down over my hips and thighs then slowly lifted the hem of my dress to my waist.
I drew in a breath. “Nothing. Just got here.”
“Cool,” Zane said. “We’re taking shots over here.”
“Sounds like fun.” I didn’t know what Jason was planning, and even though the sensible part of my mind screamed for me to tell him to leave me alone, to apologize for the things he’d said, my body had no desire to refuse him. He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down, just enough to give him access to the aching spot between my legs.
Somebody whooped in the background and I heard Zane laugh. “It is fun. It was great to run into you, twice now. Seems like fate.”
Jason pressed the head of his cock against my wet center. I was ready for him, and he slid inside me easily, filling me so completely, so lusciously. I gasped out loud at the feeling of intense pleasure.
“You okay?” Zane asked.