The Last Time

Tuli

I had to waddle my way to the shower, covered in Jayce’s semen.

~Well, it’s not like I could ask him to help me clean up.~

As far as I knew, he was still mad about the tattoo incident.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, spending a good five minutes washing myself off. Then I just stood there for another five, letting the water wash over me.

I couldn’t help but wonder what had made him so angry.

The bathroom door creaked open. I chose to ignore it, pretending the water was too loud.

But then I heard the rustle of clothes being discarded, the shower door opened, and I felt him slide in behind me.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply.

“I don’t really care if you’re sorry,” I replied, trying to sound indifferent. “I’m not your girlfriend. I just didn’t realize asking about your tattoo was such a big deal.”

He sighed, and I could almost see him rolling his eyes. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just something I have a hard time talking about.”

“That’s all you had to say, then!” I snapped, irritation creeping in.

He fell silent for a moment. “Sorry,” he murmured, rubbing my shoulders. “I probably ruined your relaxing moment.”

I sighed, wondering if I was being too harsh. “It’s okay,” I replied softly. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Nothing, really,” I murmured.

“I see,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Maybe it’s time to dry off and come down and eat with me before I give you something to think about.”

I gasped as I felt his erection press against my butt. I squirmed out of his arms.

“Breakfast sounds good, but please, put it away.”

He chuckled and stepped out of the shower. In a moment, I heard the door close, and I was alone again.

“Jesus, he’s a horndog,” I muttered to myself. “But then again, so am I,” I admitted, feeling the wetness between my legs.

I turned off the shower and headed back to Jayce’s bedroom, noticing my torn panties on the floor. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “I’m gonna have to start buying my clothes from Walmart.”

I rummaged through his dresser for a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. I settled on black boxers and a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt, then made my way to his living room.

“Shall I drop you off at home?” Jayce asked after we finished eating.

He’d gone all out with breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and waffles. I couldn’t complain, but I felt like I was about to burst.

I leaned back in my chair and smiled up at him. “You don’t have to do that, I can call a cab or something.”

“I thought you didn’t know your address,” he said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. “Megan texted me the address,” I replied, holding up my phone.

“But I can still take you home,” Jayce insisted. “You don’t need to spend money when you’ve got me.”

“Are you sure that’s okay? Let’s not forget we’ve done something that is very highly frowned upon,” I pointed out.

“I have another car if you’re that concerned. Nobody usually pays attention to the vehicle I drive, though.”

I thought about it for a moment. “I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

He chuckled as he picked up our dishes and went to wash them.

Meanwhile, I decided it was time to get dressed. My clothes were still dirty but Jayce gave me a pair of sweats that would fit me. He also let me keep the boxers and t-shirt.

I’d just be adding them to the other t-shirt and boxers I had. It probably wasn’t a good idea to start keeping a collection of his clothing, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to get them back.

All he said was, “You’re so sexy in my clothes, I would rather see you in them all the time.”

A few minutes later, we went into the garage to take the other car he owned, and holy shit. It was a black Audi R8.

~Damn~, I thought, ~that’s one expensive-ass car~.

We got in, he opened the garage and pulled out as I pulled up my address on the GPS. In less than fifteen minutes, we were there.

It should’ve taken about twenty, but Jayce was a beast on the road. I was clinging to the seat for dear life as he sped and weaved his way through traffic.

Once my breathing calmed, and we pulled up in front of my apartment, Jayce pulled me in for a kiss. It started off gentle, but quickly turned passionate.

I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“This has to be the last time we do something like this,” I muttered, hating the words as they left my mouth.

His gaze darkened, but he blinked and it was gone. Instead of arguing, he nodded. “I understand. It’s not a good idea,” he agreed, turning away.

I opened the door and stepped out. “I’ll see you Monday, Mr. Mitchell,” I mumbled.

I closed the door before he could reply, and walked inside the building. As I did, though I couldn’t see him, I could almost feel his eyes on me, watching me with longing.