I open my eyes but my vision is blurry and my head hurts. I clamp my eyes shut and pull the covers over my head. I realize as I lie there that I have a hangover. Damn it, I hate hangovers. I try again to open my eyes, this time with my head tucked underneath the covers. Once I manage to pull my vision into focus I notice that my sheets are dark gray. What the hell? I pull the covers back and blink wildly looking around. I’m not in my room. Shit, where am I? I look next to me and no one else is in the bed. I go to get up and my clothes are thrown all over the floor.

Motherfucker.

Think, Cara, think. What happened? I remember being at the BBQ, and I started taking shots with Troy. I sit up and look around but there is no sign of Abel. Quietly, I get out of bed and leave the bedroom. Once I reach the living room I’m stopped dead in my tracks. Sleeping peacefully on the couch is Abel. He is naked from the waist up and his body is almost covered in tattoos. I thought it was just his arms, but they’re everywhere. I step closer wanting to get a better look at his art when the floor creaks. His sleepy eyes open and he looks at me. I smile shyly at him, not able to remember what happened last night.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

I shake my head, and realize I feel like I’m going to pass out. He sits up and pats the couch next to him. I walk over and sit down. Looking at myself I suddenly realize I’m wearing one of his Denver Fire t-shirts and nothing else. Sitting down, I go to grab a pillow to pull on my lap, but he covers me with the blanket he was using instead.

Abel gets up, and as he walks by, I can’t miss the hard on he has. I look up at him and he puts his hand over it.

“It’s just morning wood, kitten. Don’t worry. Nothing like that happened last night.”

He walks off and goes into what I assume is the bathroom. Holy shit, his dick is huge. Alexa told me Vincent was hung, but I never thought about Abel being big as well. Clearly he is, because I’ve never seen anything like that before. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on them. I close my eyes to try and make my head stop throbbing.

I hear the door open and I look at Abel as he comes out of the bathroom. His hair is wet and I assume that he splashed himself with water.

“Have you thrown up any more?” he asks.

Shit, I threw up? “No.”

“You’re not a morning person are you?”

“I normally am, but I hate having a hangover. It’s the worst feeling in the world.”

“I know it is. I tried to tell you last night to slow down, but there was no stopping you.”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

I shake my head and he comes from the kitchen with a glass of water and a handful of pills. “Take these.”

I look at the six pills he hands me and don’t question him in the slightest. I knock them back and slam the entire glass of water.

“I’ll give you the shortened version, okay?”

I nod my head again and an orange tabby cat jumps into his lap. It lies down and he automatically pets it as he speaks. “You and Troy thought it would be a good idea to see who could outdrink who. One thing led to another and after hours of beer pong and I don’t know how many shots, you could barely stand. I obviously couldn’t take you home on the bike, so we walked here since the BBQ was at the station. I planned on taking you home in my truck, but then you started to throw up. After that, let’s just say your hormones kicked in and you pulled out every trick in the book to try and get me into bed with you. Trust me, I wanted you so bad, I wished someone would’ve just killed me. But I wouldn’t do that to you. At least, not until you tell me when you’re clearheaded that you want me.”

I swallow hard, feeling all of the color rush to my face. I’m blushing like I’ve never blushed before. Abel smirks at me, and I bury my head in my knees. His cat comes over to me and starts to rub on my arm. I look at the cat and it meows at me. “I know, Puss; I feel the same way,” Abel says.

“You named your cat Puss?” I ask.

“Yup, I did. So pet Puss, then we’re going to eat.”

* * *

Answer your phone twat-waffle. I look down at my phone reading the text as Abel drives me home. I forgot I had plans with Alexa this morning, and we were supposed to eat breakfast. Well, now it’s almost noon so she’s going to have to settle for lunch.

Abel pulls his black Ford truck in front of my condo and I turn to him. “Thank you for last night. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or did anything stupid.”

He turns towards me with his eyebrows creased and rests his elbow on the center console. “You could never embarrass me, and last night you were far from stupid.”

I smile at him and open my door. “Thanks for saying that. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yes, you will.”

As I shut my door, my phone rings and I look down at it. It’s Alexa and I know she is in full-blown crazy mode. I walk off from Abel towards my condo and answer her call.

“Hey, Lex.”

“What the hell, Cara, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. I think I may have eaten something bad last night, because I feel like shit and didn’t sleep well.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry. Well, I guess breakfast is out of the question?”

I can’t help but laugh at her. “Lex, it’s almost noon.”

“You’re right; it is. Okay, well, let’s try and get together this week for dinner? I have a hair appointment this afternoon or I would say we could hang out later.”

“That’s okay, dinner sounds great.”

“Do you need me to bring you anything?”

“No, thanks, I’m going to take a nap. I’ll text you later.”

“Feel better. Bye.”

I hang up and walk into my room to shower. I slowly peel my clothes off, still feeling bone-tired. I wonder how I got undressed last night. Did Abel do it for me?

The water is hot, and I wash my body just wanting to crawl into bed. Running my hands over my breasts, I can’t stop myself from going farther down and touching in between my legs. Fuck, it has been too long since I’ve been with anyone. I start to rub slow circles, and then stop when I hear my phone ring. I rinse and get out looking at the screen. It was Abel. I call him right back.

“Sorry, I was in the shower,” I say as he answers.

“No biggie. I just wanted to check in on you and see how you’re feeling.”

“I’m okay, just tired.”

“Are you still in your towel?” he asks.

“Yes. Why do you always want to know what I’m wearing?”

“Drop your towel, Cara,” he commands.

I look around my room like he’s here. Unsure as to why I am even considering doing this, I drop it. My breathing is quick, and he has my body tingling.

“Did you do it?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Good, now lie on your bed.”

Again listening to his commands, I walk to the bed and sit down. Lying backwards, I stretch my naked body across the cool, white fabric.

I can hear his deep breathing into the phone. “Close your eyes and listen to me. Take your hands and caress your breasts. I want you to squeeze them just how you want me to do it for you.” I keep my mouth closed to try and muffle the noises wanting to escape me.

“With the tips of yours fingers, pinch your nipples imagining that my body is lying on top of yours. I’m going to take my mouth and wrap it around one of your hard, pink nipples. I know they’re pink like your lips, Cara.”

I can’t stop myself from moaning into the phone as I touch myself. It’s as though he’s here with me.

“Good girl. Now take your other hand and slide it down your body. I want you to slowly explore every curve of yourself. Remember this is me doing this to you.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I say as my left hand teases my nipple and my other slowly moves, gliding over my rib cage then to my hip.

“Don’t touch yourself until I tell you,” he murmurs.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I’m unzipping my pants and I’m going to grab my cock. I can feel your lips on me as you lick and suck the head while I squeeze the base. Your lips are so soft as they move up and down. I’m taking my free hand to touch your pussy. I want you to slowly spread your swollen lips and show me how you want me to touch you.”

“Fuck, Abel,” I cry into the phone.

“Yes, baby, just like that. Show me how you like it. How do you want me to make you come?”

I start to whimper and cry as my body is close to orgasm. I hear his breathing become fast and harsh as we both pleasure each other. The feeling is so strong it is as though we are not doing this over the phone.

“Come with me, Cara,” he growls into the phone.

I let go, crying loudly. I scream his name rubbing myself aggressively. Abel grunts and I know he is coming too. Once my body stops convulsing, I feel a little embarrassed.

“Fuck, that was good, Cara. I want you so bad; imagine how good we could be together.”

“I know, but I can’t risk getting hurt again.”