Dirty Sex Read Online Free PDF Page A

me that means you’re still in Sac.” I was guessing
    Reese still had my car and was home in her warm little bed. If Austin
    was still downtown, I would at least have a buddy to catch a ride with.
    • 31 •

    AShley BArtlett
    “You know it. I’m on, umm, Nineteenth and P.”
    “I’m Seventeenth and N. Meet me at Naked?”
    “Yeah, I figured. Do you have your car?”
    “I gave the keys to Reese.” Something I would never do again. She
    probably crashed it just to spite me. I had no idea what I was thinking.
    “Damn, we’re kind of fucked, huh?”
    “Yeah, I guess we’ll figure it out. Maybe we should call Ryan.”
    “Maybe. I’ll see you at Naked, ’kay?”
    “Yeah.”
    Five blocks later, I stood in front of the coffee shop. The sky
    was just turning the blue gray of morning. Despite the chilly walk
    and the intoxicated all-nighter, I was pretty awake. Austin wasn’t
    inside yet so I leaned against the lamppost outside to wait. Naked was
    a converted Victorian like most of the buildings in midtown. With
    the exception of two bored employees, the place was dead. I heard
    pounding footsteps behind me and turned in time to have Austin half
    jump, half crash into me.
    “Morning, sunshine,” he said all excited and sarcastic.
    “Darlin’.”
    “Sweetness, what did you do last night? You smell like lesbian sex
    and scotch.” Aus backed away like I offended him.
    “Whatever you did to smell like boy sex, but more.” I held the
    door for him.
    “Uh-huh.” He grinned at me just a little too knowingly.
    We got coffee and went out to the little yard on the side of the
    building. It was shielded from the sidewalk by a high fence and a couple
    overly huge trees. There was a chick in the corner smoking a slim cigar
    and drinking coffee. Reese.
    “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Aus said. “What the hell are you doing here?”
    “Drinking coffee.” Rather than sounding sarcastic, Reese made
    the words sound sexy and aloof, like some exotic drink I’d never try
    and would always want to.
    “Reese, honey, tell me you went home with that beautiful thing
    last night,” Austin probed.
    “Maybe.” Ambiguous. Thanks for that, Reese.
    “You did not,” Austin said breathily as he sat down.
    “I did.” She merely raised an eyebrow at Austin’s incredulous
    expression.
    • 32 •

    Dirty Sex
    “I always took you for the type to stick around for breakfast.” I
    yanked out the chair holding Reese’s feet and collapsed into it. “Careful.
    You don’t want to pick up my womanizing habits.” If I said it before
    her, it was better for everyone.
    “Not everyone fucks the women they go home with.”
    “Actually, they do,” I responded after a microsecond of
    contemplation.
    “Come on, Reese,” Aus crooned, “details.”
    Reese looked him dead in the eye. “I told her I wasn’t going
    to sleep with her. We spent the night drinking wine and discussing
    philosophy.”
    “Bullshit,” I said immediately.
    “Fine.” She smiled at me coldly. “It wasn’t philosophy, but we did
    stay up all night talking.”
    “Fucking,” Austin whispered to me.
    “Fucking,” I whispered back.
    “I suppose whatever you did for the last six hours allows you to
    criticize my behavior?” She made it sound like she was asking both of
    us. She wasn’t. Just me.
    “Don’t act so high and mighty, princess.”
    “Sweetheart,” she said like the bitch she was, “how does your face
    feel?”
    What the hell did that mean? It was especially weird because my
    face hurt like a bitch. Like I’d been punched in the eye. Did I get in a
    fight or something the night before?
    “Oh. My. God.” Austin jumped out of his chair. He grabbed my
    head and turned it so I was looking directly at him.
    “What the fuck?” I tried to push him away. Reese was laughing
    her ass off. “What the hell are you doing?”
    “Come with me.” Austin dragged me back inside the coffee shop.
    He opened the door of the bathroom and shoved me