“Yeah, well, I surprised the fuck out of me too.” I skimmed my fingertips along the muscles in his back as my eyelids grew heavy. I was exhausted and satiated. Maybe satiated for the first time in my life. I chuckled softly as my breathing slowed. In a whisper, I said, “Let’s not dwell on this tonight.”
FIVE
MALIK
What the hell had we just done? I lifted my head from Grey’s shoulder and peered at him. He was fast asleep or passed out. I winced. Oh hell, he was drunk, and I should have known better. Okay, I was drunk too, but that was no excuse. Was I a molester now? But he’d wanted it. He’d asked for it, like out loud and shit.
I drank in his gorgeous face, the angular jawline and pouty lips. I was a shit friend. But how could I resist him? He’d made it known on the wall outside the house that he wanted me, hadn’t he? No straight guy rubbed his boner on his friend. I wasn’t stupid.
I lifted away from him, the air conditioning cold against my wet skin. Wet with our cum. I had to clean us up without waking him. But then, should I sleep with him? He asked me to, didn’t he? Something was up with him and this Ella person back home.
Carefully rising from the bed, I tossed off my shirt, kicked off my underwear and shorts, and padded into his bathroom. After wetting a washcloth and wiping off, I stepped to his bed.
God, he was a thing of beauty, like an angel, sleeping with his blond hair tousled around his forehead, his thick lips parted and his fucking body—abs for days and the best V-line between thehips I’d ever seen. I sat on the bed and cleaned the cum off him with slow, deliberate swipes.
Muttering, he smacked his lips and shifted.
I scanned him for more cum. Dark spots showed on his silky briefs, pooled at the tops of his thighs. I should take those off. I drew them down his legs and threw them into the hamper he kept in his closet.
As I stood naked at his bed with my hands planted on my hips, I attempted to think this through. If I left him here and returned to my room, he might not remember what happened. An ache sliced across my heart. Or he’d remember parts of it and might be confused and embarrassed. I twisted my lips. But then if I slept with him, he also might not remember and just think we had a hell of a night. I could tell him he begged me to sleep with him, and it would be the truth. Plus, if he remembered, I’d be here for the fallout. He’d have to acknowledge it and talk to me.
“Fuck it.” I had to stay. Climbing onto the bed, I slipped the covers down and then over us both and lay on my back.
With his eyes closed, he crept to my side, laying his head on my chest and his leg across both of mine, his spent dick pressing to my hip.
Holy fuck. He wasn’t fully present, but it was like his subconscious knew what it wanted. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and kissed his forehead as a warm ache floated through my body. What did this mean? Didn’t matter. It’d be clearer in the morning. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
Fluttering my eyes open,my vision cleared, and I turned my head toward the light streaming in through the slit in the center of the curtains.
Propped on an elbow, Grey stared at me, his eyes puffy and red and brows furrowed.
“Oh, shit.” With a start, my pulse shot through the roof. “Grey, you’re awake.” I lifted onto my elbows and licked my dry lips, an ache pulsing behind my eyes. We’d shared orgasms last night. My eyes widened.
“Why are you in my bed?” He tilted his head and peeked under the covers. “And why are we both naked?” His gaze returned to mine.
“We, uh…” Shit, should I tell him, or leave it be? He had to remember something. “You remember nothing?” I tensed my jaw. This was bad. I should have stopped it. He’d been a lot drunker than I’d thought.
“I…” His cheeks reddened, and he sat up, the covers falling to his waist. Rubbing his forehead with shaky fingers, he said, “No, I don’t remember a thing.”
How can that be? He’d blacked out? But he hadn’t seemed that drunk. He hadn’t even puked. “What’s the last thing you remember?” I studied him. Maybe he chose not to acknowledge what had happened. My chest squeezed as an ache set in.
“We were at the party and went outside to escape the girls, then…” His jaw muscle bulged. “Then nothing.”
“Nothing, like nothing at all? You don’t remember us hiding against the wall or the Uber ride home?” Or that you pleaded with me to get you off? Fucking hell. This was bad. I rose to sit against the pillows lying on the headboard. When he cleaned his dirty laundry, he’d see the cum on his briefs. I had to tell him. “Grey, we?—”
“No, I prefer not to know.” He held his palm to me and offered a thin-lipped smile. “It’s all good, man. Last night, when I was wasted, you took care of me and slept with me to ensure I was okay and wouldn’t puke on myself. That’s what happened, right?”
My jaw dropped. So, that was the line he’d given himself? “You asked me to sleep?—”
“Sure, I did. You’re a good friend, Malik. The best.” He patted my shoulder. “Fucking hell, I’m thirsty. The desert is crazy. It’s like you have to drink water constantly.”
“Especially when you drink alcohol.” I couldn’t fucking tell him. I had to pretend nothing had happened between us last night. At least for now. Maybe his memories would come back, and when they did, we’d talk.
“Anyway, I’m ordering DoorDash. You want something?” He slipped from the bed and stood, his round ass toward me, and then scrambled to his dresser, dragging underwear and athletic shorts up his legs.
“We have tons of food in the house. I can prepare breakfast.” I crawled out of bed and threw on last night’s briefs and shorts. Fuck, this was awkward. But maybe it was better this way?
“I think I’ll see if Carrie wants to go to dinner and a movie with me tonight.” He strolled to his door and opened it.