No Strings Attached by Hilary Storm Page A

up.
    "Yeah.  I'm zapped.  I need to sleep soon."  Garrett runs his hand up my leg, straight for my crotch area.  Trying not to cause a scene, I grab his hand to hold in my lap instead. 
    The guys all continue the game, and within an hour, they're all ridiculous and loud.  My stomach hurts because of the laughter from their hysterical reenactments of stories from their past.  We stay up until 3:30 in the morning like this.
    Garrett finally speaks up about going to bed.  He pulls my arm until I follow him into the tiny back room.  The feeling is all too familiar and I drop on the bed, taking up the side of the bed I slept on before. 
    He begins to strip out of his clothes, so I turn to watch him, wondering if he'll go all the way down to nothing.  Oh, yeah he does.
    He crawls onto the mattress and proceeds until he is over me.
    "Do you plan on staying in those sweats all night?"  I can't hide the grin on my face.  I like his forwardness, but am I really ready for this?  What's holding me back?  I'm not in an exclusive relationship.  Garrett is hot and definitely in to me.  Why not have a great night of sex with this man?
    I begin to slide the waistband down my legs and pull the shirt over my head.  Lying here in my bra and panties is a whole different situation.  Now I can feel his eyes scrape over my skin and it's making me feel self-conscious.  I know he's been with beautiful women in his time, so I don't need him to see my flaws. 
    "Turn out the light."  He does what I ask and returns, all hands and mouth.  He leaves no space on my body untouched and sends me through my orgasm before his own release.  I know I shouldn't be comparing the two, but he's no comparison to Luke.  I'm going to hell for thinking like this while I'm still in the arms of a man who’s trying really hard to make me happy. 
     
    Sleeping comes easily and morning shows up way too quickly.  I begin to stretch and notice he's not in the bed anymore.  I check my phone for messages only to not find a single one.  Luke was supposed to check on me, but he hasn't sent any messages.  I told him not to start any crap, so I guess this is his way of keeping the peace. 
    Hearing laughter, I climb off the mattress to get dressed.  I see the proof of our time together on the window ledge.  Wrapping it up in toilet paper, I toss it in the trash of the tiny bathroom.  My face in the mirror disgusts me, so I try to freshen up some.  It's nearly impossible to do anything about it while we travel down the road. 
    I do what I can and then start to open the door.  I stop moving when I hear their voices.
    "Another notch on your sticks, huh?"
    "Yeah.  She was a great add to the collection.  Hand me that knife."
    "Dude, your sticks are full of slice marks.  You're gonna have to start a new set soon."
    "I'll make room.  I have this whole side on this one open."  I walk out just as he's running the blade across the wood.  Is it possible to feel any lower about myself than right now?   I'm just another skank to him.  This is a huge blow to me, and I'm going to have to figure out how to get through the rest of this day dealing with this asshole.  I can't believe I fucking let myself become like this.
    I'm worth more than a quick lay. 
    "Are you really marking me off as one of your skanks?"  He turns to look at me with a shitty expression on his face.  I can tell this is not going to go well.
    "Yeah.  What did you think you were?  Just another honey, sweet-ass fuck."
    "Fuck you, Riggins."
    "Nah.  Already did that, babe."
    "You're an asshole."
    "Never said I wasn't"
    "Where the fuck are we?"
    "Between there and here somewhere."
    "Stop the fucking bus."
    "Chill out, babe.  You really need to calm the fuck down."
    "Stop the fucking bus before I make your fucking life hell."
    "You really want to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere?"
    "I'd rather be anywhere than with your ass.  Fucking stop the bus, NOW."
     
    He tells the driver