It's Just Sext (The Right Kind of Wrong) Read Online Free

something important to say, then his true nature, or what she assumed it to be, would come through. He’d send a longer message, something insightful, witty, loving, and her heart would melt a little more for him. She had been talking herself out of running ever since they had come up with this plan to finally meet at a hotel, in person, before he next set sail. She hadn’t told him, of course, but she had imagined countless exit strategies. She guessed she hadn’t been hiding her apprehension very well.
    “I’m sorry ,” she said.
    “For what?”
    “Making you be the…I don’t know…responsible party.”
    He laughed and repositioned himself to snuggle her close. “One of the best things about a man’s job, babe. I have no problem letting you know where you belong.” He ground his hips toward hers.
    Did he really think she belonged with him? Fear clutched at her heart again, but she was too muddle-headed to sort out whether it was the fear of being with him or without him. She clamped her lips, not ready to speak the words.
    “ Yes, babe. This is where you belong. Sex is a different kind of priority for us. It’s more than a craving, it’s like food or water. Can’t thrive without it. It’s not the only thing we have going, but it’s an everyday need for you and me.”
    She stared, her heart fluttering around in her chest. He was so much younger than she was, but he was a man—no doubt about it. She needed to act out the running away so he could chase her down and take the decision away—force upon her what she was afraid to accept herself. There was more here than anyone would understand, and they were going to go for it anyway.
    “B ut we’re not together every day,” she said, slowly.
    “Sex is more than fucking for people like us, babe. It’s like eating—even when you’re not doing it, you think about it, you can taste it, you have cravings you know won’t be satisfied until your next meal.”
    People like us. He was right. Even their digital imprint was infused with deep-seated sensuality, and so they had recognized each other across time and space. “All the shit we do long distance, texting and the videos I make just for you? We’ve been having sex for months,” he concluded.
    “Sex, yes…but what else…is this?”
    He turned quiet for a few long moments and she began to squirm inside. “I don’t know for sure,” he said. “Do you?”
    “No.”
    Do you love me? She would not let the question pass her lips. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
    S ailors were known to have a girl in every port and before she got too far ahead of herself Lauren was reminded of it. A text came through on his phone. He reached over, read it, then put it away without explanation. She was on the other side now. All of those months of wondering who was beside him on the couch or in the car, or wherever he got her messages…it didn’t seem to matter back then, since she never thought they would actually meet. But, if she wanted this to be anything more than great sex, she couldn’t ignore her instincts.
    “Who was that ?”
    He turned his phone back on to show her. “My sister. She wants to know if we’re getting along.”
    “That’s not what it says!” She gave him a shove and grabbed the phone.
    Fuck that. Is she as hot in person?
    “Oh, shit!” He laughed, taking it back. “That’s my brother-in-law. Didn’t see that one.” He scrolled up to show her the previous text from his sister. “Here.”
    Are you two getting along? I need details!
    “See?”
    He had told her that his sister was his best friend. He shared everything with her and stayed at her place when he wasn’t at sea, helping out with his twin nieces and nephew. Another piece of his imaginary, solely-texted world materialized into something real before her eyes. He was a man with a family who loved him. Until this very moment she hadn’t known for sure whether the ‘sister’ he always wrote about was in reality a wife or