Illicit Affairs

Chapter 9

Boy was I right. Nothing in the world beats raw. The sensation was so much more intense. So much more warmth. I loved the natural friction and the feeling of skin to skin. Okay, there was more mess, but it was so worth it just for the increased pleasure and sensitivity. It also gave a whole new level of intimacy that I never even realized was missing. In all of my previous encounters, I had always thought the best part of sex was the act itself, but now I'm lying here thinking that it may just be the aftermath that is so satisfying. That blissful, post-orgasmic state where your body is flooded with endorphins and serotonin and all those other feel good chemicals that make your brain as happy as your body. It made me want to....cuddle. Huh?

I always thought of post-coital cuddling as being for the weak and for the saps...until I started becoming a sap myself. I was usually the first out of bed getting dressed, well, except for a few times with Alex. He was more the cuddly type. Sometimes. Even when I thought he might be the one, I just never felt as comfortable as I did now. I never had the desire to just lay here in someone's arms listening to the sound of our breathing, inhaling the tangy scent of arousal that clung in the air. To draw lazy circles on his chest while he ran his finger tip lightly up and down my spine, occasionally touching my ass.

Am I catching feelings?

God I hope not. Last time I caught feelings, it ended with a blindside and humiliation that I'm still trying to get over. Yet the man next to me is something else entirely. Something I was not prepared for. Something I'm not sure how to react to.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, and there was no way on earth I could reveal the thoughts running through my head. This whole so-called intimate feeling was just messing with my mind. I was not about to share my innermost thoughts.

"I'm so sleepy." I replied, and it wasn't entirely untrue. I can blame that on serotonin.

"Then rest up. You've got a couple of hours before you need to go back to your bus." He then kissed my forehead. Why did he do that? Forehead kisses are even more intimate.

However, as I inhaled his scent, that undeniably masculine, amazing scent that was so unique to him that I just wanted to immerse myself in it, I realized I didn't want to move from this spot. He was so warm and felt so nice,  I just wanted to enjoy it a little longer. So no, I'm not catching feelings. I'm just sleepy and comfortable.

I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand to make sure I had an alarm set, and before I could set it back down, the device in my hand rang, startling me enough that I nearly dropped it. I saw Chase's name flash across the screen and instantly got a bad feeling. Chase almost never calls. He usually just texts.

"Hello." I answered, fighting the sigh from slipping out of my lips.

"I hate to spoil your sexy time, but we've got an...uh...a situation." Chase said nervously enough to make me sit up and clutch the phone tighter to my ear.

"What kind of situation?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm.

"There was an open seat available for the feature, so Alex took it, and well...he uh...he flipped a couple of times. He climbed out under his own power but he was complaining of wrist and rib pain so the track workers suggested he get checked out at the hospital. We are at Halifax right now."

Son of a bitch.

"Alright. I'll be there in a few minutes." I sighed and disconnected the call.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked, his face full of concern.

"One of my idiot drivers thought it would be fun to hop into an open sprint car and then he flipped it. Not so fun after all." I fumed.

"Let me guess...Bowman?" Ryan replied.