“You’re gonna feel so good on the real thing, Cayla.”
Dex rotated the tip and pushed it in a little further. Cayla’s head fell back. The sensation was building again. Dex licked his thumb and started massaging her clit as he continued the shallow strokes.
“Rub your nipples.”
Cayla was never asked to touch herself in any capacity. She was not used to doing that sort of thing, but, Dex’s soft command and the building sensation in her body made her adventurous. She grabbed her breasts and kneaded them like she would do if she were alone. The added sensation, coupled with the act of doing something naughty for Dex while he watched, had her rising back to her peak.
Dex wasn’t using the whole toy, and it felt incredible. Her naughty mind fantasized about getting the real thing. She imagined Dex’s hard body naked and pounding all the way into her. Him moaning her name the way she moaned his. The sounds he’d make and how he would look when he came. She could hear the wetness created from her thoughts and his actions. It intensified the feeling. Desire wrapped into a tight coil that was moments from exploding in her body.
Dex’s thumb abandoned her clit. He replaced it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and stroking. Her orgasm slapped her, and she flew back over the edge.
“Oh sh…Oh fuck!”
Cayla felt like her body dissolved. She became one with the couch. Dex held the dildo in place. Her body throbbed around it; her tight muscles attempted to push it out.
Her body returned to earth. Dex stared at her in a lustful haze. The dildo hit the floor with a soft thud.
“Fuck. That was hot,” Dex growled before his mouth attacked hers.
He picked her up and carried her to her room. Never breaking the kiss. He laid her on her bed and pulled the blanket up around her. Cayla sat up confused. He wasn’t joining her.
“What about you?” she asked almost desperate to feel his body.
He smiled sweetly at her. His eyes still blazing. “It’s not about me tonight.”
Chapter 12
Dex: Good morning. I heard you were off, want to come to the restaurant for breakfast?
Dex sent the text before shrugging on his shirt. He’d just finished his second shower and third hand job since leaving Cayla the night before. The memories played in a constant loop. The way she tasted on his tongue, her moaning his name, the eager way she looked at his erection. His attempt at being altruistic was killing him.
Dex could see the hesitation when he’d arrived. He was surprised she had said okay via text. He smiled to himself. That damn Kalilah set her up and he appreciated it.
Cayla: No.
Dex exhaled deeply. He just may be dealing with the other Cayla.
Dex: Lunch or Dinner?
Cayla: Neither
Dex: Are you busy today?
Cayla: Nope.
Dex pressed talk on his phone. He could only text for so long.
“What’s the issue?” he questioned when she answered.
“Nothing. I just don’t want to go out to eat with you.”
Yup, he was dealing with the other Cayla. Dex rubbed his hair in frustration.
“What happened between last night and this morning?”
“Nothing.” She was still stonewalling.
“So, what’s up with the fucked-up attitude?”
“My attitude is not fucked up. It’s just I’m not a plaything or a sex toy.”
Dex took a few deep breaths. He didn’t want to completely blow up because he liked her despite her jacked up disposition.
“I gave you orgasms last night. Wouldn’t that make me the sex toy?”
“You know what I mean, Dex. It’s all about sex with you. You don’t try to get to know me.”
“Didn’t I just invite you out to eat?” Dex laid on his bed. She made him tired sometimes.
“At your restaurant, and we both know I’ve been in your office before.”
His body responded to the memory. His headache increased.
“What do you want, Cayla?”
She paused so long, Dex thought she wasn’t going to answer.
“I’m just saying Nick took the time to get to know Kalilah.”
Dex felt laughter bubble up in his throat; it escaped before he could stop it.
“What’s so funny?” Cayla hissed, clearly not amused.
Dex sobered. He would have measured his words otherwise, but his bullshit tolerance was gone.
“First, I’m not Nick. Don’t ever expect me to do anything Nick did or will do. Second, they spent a lot of time holed up in Kalilah’s house making out like teenagers because he was a virgin.”
“But…”
Dex shook his head to himself before he cut her off.
“I’m doing the talking right now. If you think I’m going to come over in pajamas and cuddle the whole day, you are sorely mistaken. I don’t do Lazy Friday; it would be more like Fuck Me Friday. If you want me to come over there, strip you bare, and fuck that pretty, little pussy of yours until you cum so hard you’ll still feel the aftershocks next week, then invite me over. Otherwise, find something else you want us to do.”
Dex hung up and dropped the phone next to him on the bed. One day, he’d work on his phone manners, but he didn’t care at the moment. He was aggravated and horny. How does buying her flowers, giving her two orgasms without taking any for himself, and inviting her out to eat make him a bad guy?
He looked down at his body. Hard again. He swore under his breath. How could she be so frustrating and arousing at the same time? Honestly, he did want the other stuff. Dex had no issues with cuddling and all the other types of non-sexual intimacy. He wasn’t the kind who wanted to fuck and leave, but Cayla treated him like he was that guy. Dex also knew that Cayla was just searching for ways to avoid acknowledging that there was great potential for something more.
Dex pulled his pillow over his head and yelled as loud as he could. He refused to take another shower or indulge in another jerk off. He’d cleared his day for her, but he was serious when he said he wasn’t going to her house. He’d have to fill his day with a different, less sexual activity. He looked around Kalilah’s old room. He wasn’t sure how long he would live in Houston and didn’t want to buy property unnecessarily. He had the money; that wasn’t an issue. He just didn’t want to be tied to something material until he was positive about settling down.
He’d offered to rent Kalilah’s townhome since she lived in the house Nick had built. It was a perfect solution. But now, with his hormones out of whack, lying in his bed looking around at the girly décor was pissing him off. He need to put his stamp on it. He picked up his phone and unlocked it.
Dex: Hey K. How married r u 2 the interior design of the house?
Kalilah: Being that I’m married to your brother, I’d have to say not at all.
Dex: U wouldn’t care if I completely renovated it?
Kalilah: Nope. As long as it’s resalable.
Dex: Good. I’m losing testosterone in this place.
Kalilah: LMAO. I was thinking about a bathroom reno before I ran off with Nick.
Dex: Imma pimp yo’ crib.
Kalilah: OMG Trust Fund, you just took us all the way back to MTV in the early 2000s.
Dex laughed when she sent the eyeroll emoji. He shook his head – one sister gets him worked up then the other calms him down. Kalilah often called them ‘trust fund’ when they did something only the rich could do, like decide on Friday to reno a house on Monday.
Dex: OK sexy lady. Tell that bum of yours to contact the contractors for me. I want a meeting on Monday.
Kalilah: Hey! Watch how you handle my husband. He’s finding himself.
Dex: Yeah, yeah. I’ve decided to go out of town for the weekend. Tell him we are doing the walk through with the contractor and demo on Monday.
Kalilah: Why are you telling me to tell him?
Dex: Because I know his lazy ass is currently looking over your shoulder.
Dex was rewarded
with a photo of Kalilah smiling with Nick cuddled up next to her in bed glaring at the phone. Since discovering Kalilah was pregnant, Andrew Sinclair decided to lessen her workload in favor of the health of his grandchild. She worked home every Friday and he’s finally considering hiring someone for one of her two VP titles.
Dex: LMAO! Case in point. Monday.
Still no word from Cayla. Resigned, Dex jumped up to prepare an overnight bag. He decided to make arrangements – if she called, he’d take her with him. If she didn’t, he’d spend a quiet weekend alone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found the person he needed.
“Sinclair Enterprises. Lisa speaking,” Lisa said crisply into the phone. He understood why she was his dad’s assistant. She was aesthetically pleasing and competent.
“Lisa, darling,” he purred pouring on the charm.
“What is it, Dex?” He could hear the smile in her voice. At 31 and five years older than him, she was old enough to know he was full of shit, but it didn’t stop her from checking him out when he visited.
“I need your expertise, beautiful. I need the jet to drop me off in California. Lake Tahoe to be exact. It would also be beyond lovely if you could book me a cabin for today through Sunday.”
“Beautiful? I don’t need compliments, but I do like gratuity,” she cooed into the phone.
Dex smirked. She would totally fuck him if he tried. It wasn’t a bad notion. She really was beautiful to him. However, her status as his dad’s executive assistant and his departure from the love-them-and-leave-them society made that impossible. He wanted Cayla even if she was a pain in his ass.
“I’ll tell you what, sweetheart. Make this happen for me, and I will personally fulfill any request within reason.” He realized his answer put sex on the table. “Give me a list of the top three things you’d like for me to buy you,” he amended. “I’ll get you something from that list. Deal?”
“Okay.”
The way she dragged out her response confirmed his theory. She was going to ask for sex. His body responded to the idea. He wouldn’t follow through, but he was only human. His dick wanted relief. He hadn’t had sex since he returned to Houston. If this standoff with Cayla lasted until June, he would be sexless for a year. Dex was becoming tired of his own hand, but it would have to do. He was serious about wanting a relationship. He just hoped he didn’t have to settle for someone he liked less than Cayla.
Dex: I want a nice renovated one with modern amenities. Close enough to get to a grocery store but still secluded from neighbors.
Lisa: The jet can leave at 11:45. If I don’t have you booked by the time you leave, the information will be waiting for you when you land.
Lisa: Accommodations for 2?
Dex: Yes.
Dex hoped his answer didn’t disappoint Lisa too much. He would love for it to be for two, but knowing Cayla’s temperament, he would be flying solo. Dex looked at his watch. He had about two hours to kill before the flight left. It’d been at least twenty minutes since he hung up on Cayla. He knew he would be plagued with what ifs if he didn’t ask her. He hit dial on his phone.
“What?” Cayla hissed in the phone.
Dex ignored his irritation. “Hey. I was wondering if you would like to accompany m...”
“No,” she hissed again.
“Cayla, you don’t even know where…”
“It doesn’t matter,” she cut him off again. “We’re not going anywhere or doing anything together today.”
“But, I’m talking about the week...”
“No, Dex. You’re a selfish ass…”
Dex hung up again. Selfish? He hoped she liked talking to air because she wasn’t talking to him like that on a phone he paid for monthly. He knew part of her behavior was due to fear of what was happening between them. He also knew he could have her singing a different tune if he went to her house. He wasn’t playing her game.
Cayla: YOU HUNG UP ON ME AGAIN.
Dex: Look. I’m not arguing with u. I haven’t done anything 2 u. I told u I don’t like games.
Cayla: I’m not playing games.
Dex: Whatever. I’m about to enjoy my weekend. U do the same.
Cayla: You just can’t dismiss me because you don’t feel like talking.
Dex: Just did. You dismiss me all the time.
Dex: Bye Cayla. Don’t bother responding because I won’t.
Dex grabbed his bag and a banana. He would eat on the plane. His weekend was looking more promising by the second. He needed some relaxation to clear his mind. He knew relationships were work, but he was spinning his wheels in something that’s not a relationship. Hell, it wasn’t even sex yet. The night before played in his head again. He could have had her then, but deep down he knew she was going to behave just like she’s doing. It would have hurt more if they’d had sex. Cayla needed to come to terms and accept that she wanted him. It was something she had to do on her own. In the meantime, she’d just have to see the weekend she turned down on social media.
Chapter 13
“Snow bunnies!” Cayla seethed before taking a sip of her mimosa.
She’d met Kalilah and Natalia for an emergency Sunday brunch to bitch about Dex’s weekend activities. She held up her phone to show them the offending photo on her screen. Dex was comfortably nestled between blonde twins. Their almost platinum locks were covered by trendy snow caps. Their big blue eyes shown in the flash, their cheeks pink with excitement. Dex looked delicious in a cream sweater and jeans; he had an arm thrown around each girl as he smiled for the camera. His caption read: Look! Snow Bunnies!
Friday, after Cayla cooled down she realized that she would need to take some responsibility in their disagreement that morning. Yes, Dex had hung up in her face twice, but she wasn’t being the easiest person to talk to in those moments. She was confused by his decision to leave when they both knew she would have slept with him. All the things he’d done to her had Cayla more than willing to get horizontal. By morning, she’d convinced herself that Dex was just toying with her. He’d taken her to the point of no return only to smile at her and leave. Cayla thought he wanted to prove he could get her naked, and once he did, he didn’t need to go any further.
Either way, she’d determined that they needed to talk. Opting to let him cool down, she’d decided to try to talk to him on Monday. Friday night, she’d snuggled up in her bed with her favorite snack and drink. As the plush surroundings of her bed caressed and soothed her, she’d realized she missed him. Dex told her not to text.
She had pulled up Instagram and her heart dropped. A surge of disappointment shot through her so acute, she’d popped up from her reclined position faster than she should have thus spilling her popcorn all over the bed. Cayla’s heart sunk more with each picture. Dex was in a different state – and if she were to judge by the photos – not thinking about her. She stewed all day Saturday.
When she felt her head was going to explode, Cayla called Kalilah and Natalia for Sunday brunch. She passed her phone over to them, and they scrolled through the pictures of the weekend. She didn’t need to look again. At this point she’d memorized all of them and in order. The first is one he’d taken of the inside of the private jet. There were two chairs with a welcome sash across them. They were black butter soft leather and looked to be built for comfort. In front of them was a small table adorned with two flutes, a chilled bottle of champagne, fresh fruit, and chocolate covered strawberries. That caption read: Traveling in style.
The next was of a beautiful sprawling mansion meant to look like a log cabin – all rich wood and glass. It was surrounded by plush snowcapped trees. It looked luxurious and peaceful. That caption read: My home for the weekend.
The next was a view from a huge wall of windows. It overlooked the tranquil, cerulean lake surrounded by beautiful snow-covered mountains, a clear, bright blue sky, and more beautiful trees. The brilliant green of the leaves contrasted with the light dusting of snow on top of them. It was a beautiful view straight out of po
st card. She’d rubbed the picture. She wanted to be there. That caption read: The view I get to wake up to this weekend.
Cayla had moaned to herself when the next picture showed a sliver of his abs. He was resting in a hot tub. He’d taken an angled selfie of himself smiling with shades. The water covered his waist. He was holding a bottle of beer, and the same view was in the background. She could see a glimpse of his tattoo. She yearned to touch him. Behind him were two lounge chairs – each had a plush robe waiting. He’d captioned that one: Hot tub.
That’s when everything went to shit. The next photo was the “snow bunnies” photo followed by different things he’d eaten or drunk with them. How could he be trying to take her to eat one morning and be hugged up with twins the same weekend? She knew they weren’t a couple, but it still felt kind of abrupt.
The last picture she’d seen was of two massage tables in the master bedroom overlooking the wonderful view. That caption read: Spa treatments.
“What were y’all arguing about?” Kalilah’s questions pulled her out of her thoughts.
“What?”
Kalilah and Natalia studied her. “He said he wasn’t going to argue with you.”
“You’re reading my text messages?” Cayla asked while reaching for her phone.
Both women moved out of her reach.
“Spill it,” Natalia commanded siding with Kalilah. “One minute he’s trying to invite you to eat and the next set of messages he’s refusing to argue with you. We need to know the in between before we can offer an opinion.
Kalilah pointed at Natalia. “What she said.”
Resigned. Cayla told them everything, and they sighed. They wore mirroring expressions of pity.
“How do we have the same DNA?” Kalilah’s tone was incredulous as she looked between Cayla and Natalia.
“What do you mean?” Cayla asked offended.
Kalilah shook her head. “If I didn’t know you were smart, I would question your intelligence.”
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