Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 3: A New Adult Romantic Comedy by Adele Huxley, Savan Robbins Read Free Book Online

“You’re amazing in bed and any man who says otherwise doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”
    I frowned, picking at invisible dirt under my nails. “Really? Cause Kevin used to say…”
    “Kevin is a little man-child. He cheated on then dumped the best girl in the world, so I wouldn’t trust his opinion,” he spat angrily. He glanced up at me, his eyes almost golden in the light. I was surprised to see him embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
    I gave him a wet kiss on the cheek before flinging my arms over his neck. “No, that was exactly what I needed to hear right now. What Kevin did really knocked my confidence. I trust you.”
    His strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer, half shifting my weight onto his lap. I could feel a certain part twitch below. “Seriously? Again?”
    He gave his lower lip a long lick as he let his gaze fall to my own mouth. “All this talk about how good you are in bed has me thinking… things…”
    “You’re insatiable,” I laughed, pushing away from his grasp. “I’m gonna die of exhaustion. I’ve gone so long without sex, it must be bad for me to go on such a big binge. I already feel like I’m walking bowlegged.”
    “Only one way to find out,” he growled as he pushed me onto my back. With a smooth and sexy move, he climbed over me, straddling my hips. Within seconds, he was nipping at the tender skin on my neck and kneading a breast with one hand.
    “Really, I can’t. I might have a date tonight and if I go again, I won’t be able to later,” I said, almost convincing myself. Truth was, it didn’t take a lot of persuasion to get me into bed with him.
    But Zach’s kisses on my neck paused. He lifted his hips and stared down at me. “Tonight? You have a date tonight?”
    I frowned at his reaction. “Well, yeah. It’s no big deal. Just a Tinder guy I’ve been talking to here and there.”
    “Ah.” He slid from my body, physically deflating as he began to get dressed.
    A sense of foreboding sunk into my stomach, like I’d done something wrong but didn’t know what. “What? Zach, what is it?”
    “Nothing, it’s fine,” he replied with a weak smile.
    “We still can if you want to.”
    He snorted. “Come on, it’s not like I’m gonna pressure you or anything.”
    I touched his shoulder, leaning in with concern. “You’re still going on dates, right? Wasn’t there a girl you were seeing pretty regularly?”
    He screwed up his face and stood, hunting for a clean-ish shirt using the sniff test. “Yeah, totally. I’m going on lots of dates, actually. Not a big deal at all.”
    I just couldn’t let it go. I felt guilty for some reason and wanted to fix it. “Is it like me talking about Kevin? You don’t want to hear about when I’m going on dates and stuff?”
    “No, it’s… I don’t know.” His laugh was more of an exhale. When he finally met my eye, I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this conversation. Friend Zach was firmly back in place. “It’s nothing. I hope you have a good time.”
    I rolled my eyes and stood, smoothing my clothes. “He’ll probably turn out to be a freak like all the others.”
    “You definitely deserve better than those creeps,” he breathed.
    “You’re sweet,” I replied, standing on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve gotta get back and shower or Anette’s going to smell you on me.”

It was the calm before the storm. I’d finally made peace with the heat in the apartment by moving as little as possible. Positioned in front of the fan with the TV on, I’d sunk so far into the sofa I was afraid a rescue team might have to be dispatched to pry me out. It was late and I was feeling so lazy I started an internal debate about whether I should even bother going to my room to go to bed.
    I heard muffled voices outside just before a key slipped into the lock. Pluto trotted to the door as Anette came in whispering.
    “Hey little guy. This is my