Her Teddy Bear by Mimi Strong

Author:Mimi Strong
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: ORLY Press
Published: 2012-09-12T21:00:00+00:00

Part 3: Hoping for a Second Date

The rest of the night, my first date with Trevor, was a little more mellow, but still amazing.

I thought we'd have sex again after a shower, but we ended up in his custom tub with jets. The thing was almost the size of a hot tub, but shaped perfectly for two people.

We relaxed in the water with some bubbles. We faced each other, each with our torsos resting in a groove, and I rubbed his feet while he massaged mine.

He said, “Mm, mutual.”

“Mutual is good,” I said.

“This is the life,” he said, and I don't remember much else, because I actually fell asleep, right there in the warm, bubbly tub.

I'd only had a couple glasses of wine at the restaurant, but that, combined with all the sex, and then the hot bath, put me out like a little lamb.

He woke me up and got me toweled off and tucked into bed.

His bed.

With Trevor.

He spooned me, but his cock was getting hard from touching my bum, so I made him roll over the other way. I lay on my side facing his back and spooned him, my arm around his chest, stroking the fur than ran down his midline.

“My teddy bear,” I said.

“I'm a big, bad bear.”

“No, you're a teddy,” I said, and then I crashed.

* * *

In the morning, I was eager to have sex again.

There was nobody in the bed with me.

I walked naked into the palatial bathroom, expecting to find him in the shower, but he wasn't there.

I had a quick shower, toweled off, and then laughed at the fact that I had a shirt and underwear in the bedroom, but no skirt. I put on what I could and ventured out looking for him, the towel wrapped around my waist.

I found Trevor in his huge, all-white kitchen, talking on the phone and pacing, a grim look on his face. He was mostly listening or giving one-word answers. I was dying to know what the call was about, but I gave him his privacy and went looking for my skirt, which was where I'd left it, by the front door. I finished dressing, ran up to the bedroom to hang up the towel, and by the time I came back down, Trevor had his shoes on and was pulling on his leather jacket.

I asked, “Is everything okay?”

“No, but everything is normal. Same shit, different day.”

“Was that your … ex-wife?”

He grimaced. “Come on. I gotta get you home or your mother will think I'm not a gentleman.”

I rolled my eyes. “It's morning. I think it's a bit late for that.”

He gave me a forced smile. “You had too much wine and crashed on my sofa. We'll say that.”

“Sure.”

* * *

The whole ride back to my house, I didn't ask why he was rushing me out, and he didn't offer any explanation.

We made small talk about the autumn leaves while my heart broke.

I held my hands in fists, upset with myself.

Why did I always

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