He blinked at me several times, looking so clueless that it made me grin even though I was angry, no furious, for being cut off all the time.
“Thank you,” I said when he didn’t speak.
“Now, as I was saying, I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I wasn’t trying to imply that you raped me, or forced me into having sex with you. That clearly not what happened, Wiremu.”
“Then, what are you saying?” he asked, sounding pissed still.
I took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. “What I meant was that I wanted to do it. I wanted to have sex with you that night because I was a horny dog and needed to have my itch scratched okay?”
Shit, that didn’t exactly come out right. I clamped a hand over my mouth, cursing myself repeatedly for getting so worked-up that I revealed the most humiliating truth ever.
“I can’t believe I just said that,” I said.
“Well, I can,” he assured me, as I heard a smile in his voice.
I peeled one eye open and saw him smirking at me. Shit, was he making fun of me now? My ears turned red at the thought.
“Please don’t tell me you’re making fun of me,” I mumbled.
“I wasn’t,” he said, though I didn’t believe him. He was laughing at me.
A laugh erupted from his throat, and I couldn’t fight back the smile that broke out on my face. He had a great laugh and it was hard not to join in.
“Are you done making of me?” I asked a little while later.
He shook his head, sending a lock of hair flying. “You’re funny.”
“Well, thanks.” I said, placing a hand over my heart. “So, are we good?”
He regarded me with sober eyes. Gone was the playful Wiremu, as his hazel eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“You’re asking me if we’re good. Are you serious? I just had my dick jammed inside of you a few weeks ago and you’re asking me if we’re good?”
I nibbled down on my lip and nodded.
“Shit.” he muttered, running his palms over his face.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I’ve just made things complicated for us. I shouldn’t have slept with you. Oh man, I wish we could take that night back.”
“Don’t blame yourself too much. I’m part to blame too,” he said.
“Look, can we just rewind and start over again?” I asked, still nibbling down on my lip. “I don’t want to lose you, I want to stay friends Wiremu.”
“You want to be friends still after what happened?” he asked in disbelief.
I nodded. “If you would have me as a friend that is.”
I knew he was considering my proposition, because a line appeared on his forehead. His face scrunched up in thought. “Where do we go from here? I can’t exactly be friends with you. You know, after what happened.”
I nodded as I thought over what he said. “Yes, that’s true.”
“And I can’t look at you the same again, because to tell you the truth, I can’t stop imagining you in my bed. Under me. On top of me while you have your beautiful green eyes on me the whole time your pussy is clenching and unclenching my cock.”
I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I clamped my legs together, stopping my inner walls from convulsing as my lips parted. It was sinful and dirty to hear him say that to me, especially out in a public area. Luckily for us, we were seated at the back and not a single person could hear much of our conversation anyway. Even so, it didn’t help hearing him say those words to me.
“Wiremu,” I began.
But he just kept on going as if he didn’t hear me. “And you know what sucks too? That whenever I lay in my bed, alone with my dick straining against my boxers, it makes me think of you moaning and writhing when I ate your pussy. Your clit throbbing against my tongue while your juices leaked out.”
A small gasp left my lips, breaking free and reaching his ears.
“So, you see, I can’t exactly be friends with you. Not if you want to find yourself flat on your back, moaning and writing under me. Again.”
My mouth opened and moved but no words came out. I was beyond shocked and I couldn’t form a single sentence together. He had me speechless with his words.
“I...I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Just as I thought,” he replied. “This is why we can’t be friends. I don’t sleep with my friends, Tina.”
I nodded. “I gathered that. But...I can’t be in a relationship right now.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?” he asked.
I ran my tongue over my dried lips. “No one. And I don’t have time for a relationship either.”
“Oh, this is going great,” he muttered dryly.
“I have a proposition to make,” I started. “Since we’re both not looking for a relationship, how about we just fool around?”
“I don’t know if I’m going to like this,” said Wiremu, looking doubtful.
I just hoped he would listen to me first before jumping to conclusions.
***
I flicked my hair away from my neck and grabbed his wrist, holding on tightly as I saw him looked down to where my fingers were. “Please, just listen to me.”
His eyes met mine again, and he didn’t look happy. “You want to be friends with benefits? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I thought you don’t want to be friends?” I asked, frowning.
“I said I can’t be friends with someone I slept with. No, actually, scratch that. I can’t be friends with you and have sex.”
His chair scraped against the floor, and the realization of him leaving had me calling out for him.
“Wait!” I said, too loudly.
A few heads turned toward my way, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment as I smiled faintly at them.
“Can you come back here?” I asked Wiremu, who seemed to be pissing himself laughing.
He shook his head and did as I told him. He sat back down and crossed his arms across his massive chest.
“You don’t want to do this Tina. I don’t know about you but I have never had anyone come up to me offering me sex. Is this something you do often? Come up to men and ask them to have sex with you?”
I shook my head. “No Wiremu. I’ve been in a relationship before, too, you know. Before I came here.”
That seemed to pique his interest, because he asked, “What happened?”
“We broke up before I came here,” I repeated.
“Why did you break up?”
“He wasn’t the one for me,” I answered.
“Was there a reason why you broke up with him?”
I looked at him in surprise. “How do you know I broke up with him?”
He tilted his head to the side, studying me with intense eyes. “You don’t sound that upset. So, I gather you were the one who broke things off. Was there a reason why?”
“He was a cheating bastard is all,” I said and lowered my gaze.
Talking about my ex-boyfriend didn’t thrill me at all. It wasn’t because I was hurt by his cheating on me—okay, maybe I was a little stung at first, but I quickly moved on. However, his lying to me wasn’t exactly my favorite topic of conversation.
“Did you love him?” he asked quietly, so quietly that I thought I misheard him.
“Did I love him?” I repeated, sounding stupid.
He nodded.
I pondered that thought. “I guess I did. I mean, when you get in a relationship you tend to love that other person, right?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t do relationships.”
My eyebrows shot up in astonishment. He didn’t? Then a past conversation with Chelsea bubbled up to the surface, reminding me that he had never brought a girl into his apartment before.
“You don’t?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Relationships are too much to handle. I’m a very busy person and I don’t have time for it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I’m sure you’ve had a girlfriend before.”
“Most of them are just flings. They know I’m not the commitment type. Besides, I have rugby to think about. I play for the school and I’m busy most of the time. I’m training to be a professional rugby player, babe.”
Babe. That was the second time he called me that. The first had been when we were having sex, his mouth pressed to my ear when he had called me babe.
“Is that why you don’t bring girls to your apartment?” I asked.
His face darkened and a shadow of emotion flickered in his eyes. “Who told you that?”
Shit.
“Just someone I know,” I said.
He shook his head and muttered something under his breath. “I’m guessing Chelsea told you that?”
I shook my head, hoping that he wouldn’t confront her about it.
“No, not her. Just someone I know,” I said.
“Well, whoever told you that, tell them stay out of my business and mind their own.”
I figured that he wasn’t willing to talk about it now, so I changed the subject.
“So, you’ll do it?”
“I don’t know.”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I said, I don’t know, Tina. I’m not sure if this will work out. Give me some time to think about it, okay?”
He turned and left before I could say anything.