Free Catching to Win (Over the Fence #3) by Carrie Aarons Page B

service."
    Kelsey pushes on my chest, rolling me over and causing me to pull out of her. The loss of her body on me tears a hole in a ventricle of my heart.
    "Did you...um..."
    "Come? No. But thank you for taking care of me before." She winks at me. "We'll work up to it, though. You have so much more to learn."
    She sits up and grabs her jeans from the floor.
    "What are you doing?" I reach for her and hook my big arm around her small waist. She wrestles free of me.
    "I don't do sleepovers." Then she tilts her head to the side as she zips up her jeans. "Unless I'm super drunk. Thanks, buddy.”
    She waggles her eyebrows at me, blows me a kiss and is out the door before I can protest.
    I flop back, annoyed that she won't stay. I don’t think I'm going to be a one-time guy. Especially with her. I want to hold her all night, maybe even have a round two. But that's what I just agreed to. No strings attached. I fall into an exhausted sleep, tired from losing my virginity and weary of what I've gotten myself into.

6
Kelsey
    S omeone slams the front door and I'm jostled out of my very nice, very sexy dream. I was peacefully sleeping, loops of Clint over me playing in my brain when some asshole had the nerve to wake the whole house up at - I lean over to check my clock - 10 a.m. Okay, so it wasn't the buttcrack of dawn. But a girl needed her beauty rest.
    I stretched my arms above my head and wiggled my hips, getting out all of the cracks from my back, toes and shoulders. I still wasn't completely used to sleeping on a comfy bed, in a well air-conditioned house.
    Part of me longed for Africa. The way it was quiet but never silent. The bugs going at all hours, the rustle of the dessert. The smell of nature, pure and untouched wafting into the tent walls. I even missed the sweltering heat.
    But part of me knew I could never go back there and have it be the same again. A pang of hurt ricocheted through my heart, tearing the hole just a little wider.
    Clint. That was a whole other subject that left my heart feeling confused.
    Why was my heart even a factor in the Clint situation? I had no idea. It had never been before. I was going to tell myself it’s because we were best buddies before we became fuck buddies.
    But the way he looked at me last night? Those haunting eyes floating above me. Their color as clear and blue as the sky right after a rain storm. And the way he put my needs first.
    No one had ever done that. Not so unselfishly as Clint had. He'd actually stopped me from sucking him off and insisted on me having an orgasm. Talk about a rare gem. I loved a guy who volunteered to give me head. And finished the job no less. Not that I was looking for a rare gem. Which was why this was screwing me up.
    I just wanted to hook up with him. I didn't also want to like him. But I'd already liked him before he put his dick in me.
    Shaking my head, I washed all of the thoughts from my brain. Why was I even thinking about feelings towards boys? For Clint? Fuck that.
    A knock came on my door just as I pulled what smelled like a clean tank top over my head. "Sup?" I yelled at the white-washed wood.
    Minka stood behind the half open door. "Are you just getting up, or just getting home?"
    I smiled at her slutty joke. "Har, har. Bitch."
    "No really? How did you get home? I didn't even see you after we bought beers at Sammy's. Do you know if Clint is home too because we couldn't find him..."
    My best friend trails off as it becomes clearly evident just how and with whom Clint and I got home last night. "Kelsey Ann, you didn’t!"
    I choose to ignore the bossy Minka-mommy invading my space and instead tied my short locks up in a high ponytail. The hairdo sends my flaming locks every which way on top of my head.
    "Seriously?! You did it even after I told you not to? Are you fucking crazy or just out to ruin that boy's life?"
    I whipped around. "Who the fuck spit in your Cheerios this morning? I'm not ruining anyone's life, you anal retentive. We