When it’s over, we sit on her couch side by side. Her apartment is a mess, but I’ve never been overly bothered by mess. Most of the mess is books, anyway. Computer science books, gaming books, and coding books piled high on the floor and the coffee table. Two coders walk into an apartment… And what’s the punch line? They both mouth-fuck the other before they’ve said two words to each other?
Eden wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. The towel is wrapped around her again, but she lets its fall around her breasts so I can see the top of them, tempting pert things. She’s already making me horny again. Already. She’s amazing. She’s different. She’s…
“Wow,” Eden sighs, her head lolling to her shoulder as she gazes at me. “I have to say, I didn’t expect that.”
“Neither did I,” I admit, smirking at her. “But it was worth it, wasn’t it?”
“I guess it was.” She smiles and looks me in the eye, follows my gaze to its target, and then makes a tut-tut noise. “Still horny, are you?”
I don’t try and hide that I’m looking at her breasts. I’ve seen breasts before, many times, too many times to count. And I suppose Eden’s aren’t different in any magical way. How different can breasts be, really? But it’s something to do with the way she holds herself, the way they’re only half-exposed, the way she tugs at her towel. It’s the fact that they’re her breasts, Eden Chase, a smart woman, a sarcastic woman, a woman unlike any I’ve been with.
“Still horny?” she says.
“How can you tell?” I grunt.
She nods at my jeans. It’s true. My cock is outlined in denim, pushing against my jeans, hard, urgent.
“I’m going to find you once a day and give it to you,” I growl, voice low. Her eyes go wide. I push on, “Once a day, I’m going to find you. And I’m going to fuck you, or lick you, or finger you. I’m going to give you at least one orgasm a day, Eden. If you decide one day you don’t want me to – a mistake – just text me. But I wouldn’t do that, ’cause you’ll be missing out on the best orgasms of your goddam life.”
She backs away from my deep, growling words. But she licks her lips at the same time and lets the towel drop to her belly, revealing her breasts once again. “Every day?” she asks, voice faint.
“Got a problem with that?” I grunt.
I look into her eyes and see that she’s excited, more than excited. Women are usually excited before sex, it’s true, but Eden looks excited beyond that. I think about why. Perhaps it’s just because I’m better at it than any man she’s been with before. Maybe. Or maybe it’s because she feels what I feel. That, somehow, this is different.
She shakes her head. “No problem,” she says. “But keep an eye on your phone.”
I laugh. “I doubt that’ll happen, Red.”
She throws her hands up. Her breasts jiggle. “Cocky as usual!” she exclaims to the ceiling. “Is he ever not cocky?”
“Did you buy the dress?” I ask.
She turns her gaze back to me. “I bought a dress, yeah,” she says. “But you’re not allowed to see it before the party.”
“Ha-ha, what is this, a wedding?”
“Don’t make me sick.” She winks at me. “I’d never marry a brute like you.”
“That’s a good job, then. Because I’d never ask.”
We stare at each other for a second, and then both burst out laughing. Then the laughter passes, and she looks down at my hand, at the grazes and the dried blood. “Hard day at work?”
“Not for me,” I reply, opening and closing my hand, the cuts pulling at my skin.
“But for somebody else?” she asks uncertainly.
“Do I scare you?” I lean forward, looming over her, but she doesn’t shrink back.
“No,” she says simply. “No, you don’t. Well, only a little.”
Good. Too many people are too scared of me already.
I reach into my jeans pocket, take out a folded-up piece of paper, and hand it to her.
“What’s this?” she asks.
“The time the driver will be outside your apartment on Saturday, the make of the car so you know who it is, and a number you can reach me on the night of the party if I can’t get to my phone.”
“Oh, okay, cool.” She leans forward and places the paper on the coffee table. “Maddox,” she says. “Can my friend come? Nat—she’s my coding partner.”
“Maybe,” I reply. “I’ll have to check. I’ll see what I can do, though.”
“Thank you.”
I stand up, adjust my jacket, and make to leave.
“Wait,” Eden mutters, when I’m at the door.
I stop and turn back to the apartment. She lets the towel drop to the couch as she stands up. She walks to me naked, poised on the balls of her feet. Then she leans up and kisses me softly on the cheek, kisses me like no woman has kissed me before: loving, sweet.
I take a stunned step back.
“Be safe,” she murmurs.
I take another step back, doubly stunned, and then leave the apartment.
“See you tomorrow,” I mutter, closing the door behind me.
I thought I was the love ’em and leave ’em type, I think as I ride back to the clubhouse. I thought I didn’t get attached.
Yeah, a voice answers. But Eden is smart, Maddox, and you’ve never been with a smart woman before.
I stop outside the clubhouse for a few moments, sitting on my bike.
It’s true, I realize. I’ve never been with a really smart, driven woman. Those women aren’t usually drawn to bikers. But Eden is; Eden’s unlike other women.
I’m in deep now.