20.1
Adriano
Mmm.
The heat from Georgina’s body radiates onto mine and an image of what happened last night flashes in my head before I even open my eyes.
In my not-yet-awake state, I reach out to pull her against me, my hand grazing her ass cheek and –
What the fuck.
That’s not Georgina I’m snuggling up against.
I practically leap to the other side of the bed at the same time that Nathaniel growls, “If your hand so much as gets within a foot of my dick, so help me I will- ”
“Dude. Why are you snuggling up on me?” I ask, my voice loud.
Nathaniel is already standing beside the bed, scrambling into his boxers. “You had your head on my chest, asshole.”
“If I did, it’s only because your chest feels like a woman’s.” I dig around for my clothes in the pile on the floor. “You might be getting a little soft. You really need to reevaluate your off-season training.”
“Fuck you,” Nathaniel grumbles. “Where the hell is Georgina?”
“Gone, obviously,” I respond without thinking. Then the realization hits me. “Did she actually screw us and leave?”
Nathaniel’s brow furrows and he turns to head to the bathroom, totally ignoring me. Well, maybe Nathaniel is used to chicks running away screaming after he screws them, but I’m sure as hell not.
I’m the one who leaves. I’m the one who has to figure out a clever (or not so clever) excuse to ditch out on a girl after we hook up.
Not once in my twenty-six years has a woman ever pulled a - well, an “Adriano Jackson”. The middle-of-the-night bail is one of my trademark moves – not that I’m proud of it, but I’ve never been with a girl I wanted to stick around and see the next morning. Not once have I ever been the one who was ditched in the middle of the night.
I already have pants on and I’m pulling on a t-shirt when Nathaniel walks back out of the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. “Why, are you sad she didn’t stick around and cuddle with you?”
“Pfft. At least that way she’d have been between us and I wouldn’t have woken up next to your stupid ass.”
“You were the one trying to grope my stupid ass.”
“Only because it felt like a woman’s.” I pause. “Seriously. It’s baby-soft. What kind of moisturizer do you use?”
A dark look passes over Nathaniel’s face. “I use Shut The Fuck Up Lotion.”
“You’re really damn testy this morning. Obviously getting laid doesn’t do anything to make you less of an asshole.”
“I was doing just fine before I woke up,” Nathaniel growls.
“You think Georgina freaked out?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe. Probably. After the shit that happened last night, wouldn’t you?”
“I just woke up in bed with you. I already am freaked out.” That’s not a lie.
“Well, that makes two of us. It’s not like I wanted to wake up with you in my bed.”
This is awkward as hell. Nathaniel and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember having a best friend. We’ve been through a lot of situations together.
This situation has never come up before.
I exhale heavily and clear my throat. “Should we… uh… talk about it or something?”
Nathaniel screws up his face into a grimace. “Do you have feelings you need to share?”
“Hell, no, I don’t have any fucking feelings. What’s wrong with you?”
“You’re the one who wants to talk,” Nathaniel says, huffing as he digs in a dresser drawer and pulls out gym clothes.
“Well, we need to talk to Georgina, don’t we?” I ask.
Nathaniel’s shoulders slump. “Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess? I’m asking you. Chicks don’t run out on me after sex.”
“You think I have experience with this?”
“Girls running away from you? I think you might be an expert.”
Nathaniel scowls. “You don’t think she left the ranch and went home, do you?”
Shit. I didn’t think of that. “I didn’t think the sex was that bad.”
Nathaniel looks at me like I’m stupid. “It wasn’t. I mean, I didn’t think it was.”
“It wasn’t,” I agree, then say it again to reassure myself. “It wasn’t. It was kind of hot, being with the same girl. I mean…” I clear my throat.
Nathaniel shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, it wasn’t as awful as I thought it would be, watching you with her.”
“Not as awful? You seemed to like it just fine. You were the one telling her how much you wanted to watch her swallow my cum while you came in her.” I say it before I think about what I’m saying, mostly to get under Nathaniel’s skin.
Nathaniel’s face turns red. Holy fuck. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen Nathaniel embarrassed. I almost feel bad. Almost.
He shuffles his feet and clears his throat. “Are you finished now?”
“Yep. No more talking. You want to find Georgina or go to the gym?”
Find Georgina is the right answer. That’s what we should do, at least that would be the sensitive thing to do, but I suddenly have the need to something that doesn’t involve me being in bed with my best friend.
“Gym,” Nathaniel grunts. “What are you benching?”
“More than you,” I challenge.
With that, everything is back to normal. Or whatever the hell normal is now.
