Erotic Short Stories 2 by Lynn Hagen

Author:Lynn Hagen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-26T00:00:00+00:00

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Turned out, the guy flirting with Michael had been named Devlin. I wanted to choke the life out of my best friend when he confessed that he’d become overwhelmed and wanted to leave. It hadn’t been an emergency. Michael hadn’t been hit on by some leather daddy or accosted in the bathroom.

His shy fucking ass had been too chicken to seal any kind of deal with Devlin.

That had been two days ago. I loved him like a brother, but I was still pissed at him. Then again, I wasn’t. I knew he had a kind soul and was shy. That was just who he was.

But I wasn’t going to let that ruin my chances with Richard. I looked at his business card in my right hand, my cell phone in my left. Now who was being chicken and shy? I teased a lot, flirted a lot when I was drunk, but in truth, I hadn’t slept with many guys. My clubbing had been all fun and outrageous games, but it was rare when I went home with a guy.

I’d never brought anyone to my home. This house was my sanctuary, where I came to relax and forget about the world. But Richard did something to my insides, made me want him more than I’d wanted any other man.

After blowing out a few breaths, I dialed his number and pressed the phone to my ear. As I listened to the ring, for a brief second, I considered hanging up.

“Richard Mayfield.”

“It’s Mitch.”

The line was silent for a moment before he spoke. “I didn’t think you would call.”

I’d almost talked myself out of it and thrown his card into the trash. I’m glad I hadn’t. I loved his deep sultry voice. “And why is that?”

“Sober, you seem less…extreme and outgoing.” I actually heard the smile in his damn voice. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“That’s because I’m not…that kind of person when I’m not drinking.” Why in the fuck had I admitted that? It wasn’t as though I cared what he thought about me. But I did care what he thought about me. Why, though?

I had to admit this was all about sex. Nothing more. So I went for it. “So, can I come by and we can pick up where I left off a month ago?”

“You don’t have to pretend to be bold, Mitch. I like your shyness and uncertainty. Give me your address.”

I was about to break the one cardinal rule I had. Never bring a man to my house. Why did I give Richard my address? That was a damn good question. But I did, and he told me he would be there soon.

I hung up feeling dazed. I looked around and tossed my phone aside, cleaning up the mess I’d made earlier. By the time I’d gotten my house in order and taken a quick shower, my doorbell rang.

Another couple of deep breaths stopped me from running to the door. I calmed myself and let him in.

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