Chapter Twelve, What Happens Next?

Rei’s Point of View

It had been a long time since I had cried. The last time was the night I reconnected with my best friend, Grace. It was almost like there was magic in her hug, kiss on my head, and reassurance that we’d get through this together. Somehow, I was stronger and more confident after that. I pushed through, changed my life's direction, and made it the best I could for my three young children. But, somewhere along the way, I just stuck a bandaid on my heart and chose not to let anyone in again.

Fulfilling my fantasy with Xavier Woods was everything I had hoped it would be and more. I had expected him to toss me aside and walk out when he was done. I never expected him to take such pleasure in seeing me chase my release… repeatedly. And how he reciprocated after letting me suck his dick? I’d never had the pleasure of that before. Ever. It wasn’t something Greg wanted to do with me. I had asked once, and the look on his face ensured I never asked again.

Sure, we’d talked before doing things. I was surprised by his interest in talking to me and engaging in meaningful conversations about movies, art, photography, and his passion for his bike. However, after an incredibly intimate moment that exceeded my expectations, I never imagined I would cry like that or be comforted by this enigmatic man without judgment or mockery. He emanated an aura of the man I had always fantasized about.

Xavier stroked my hair and held me close to him. He didn’t say anything; just let me hold on to him until I was calm and myself again. As much as I could be myself. I didn’t recognize this version of myself at all. I had never given in to an urge like this before. I was always careful, collected, and focused. I had to be. I had three children who depended on me.

“I’m guessing this was not something you usually do?” Xavier gently asked, a small smile on his gorgeous face.

“Definitely not. It was a fantasy I’ve had for a long time, so, ummm…  thank you for the best birthday gift I’ve ever had,” I chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

“I was worried that you had regrets with…” Xavier’s deep voice trailed off, and a look of concern resonated in his eyes.

“No regrets, just gratitude. I promise,” I offered a small smile back.

Xavier studied me carefully, and there was silence between us as he seemed to be waging a war within himself about something.

“Did you want to go back out there with your friends, or would you like me to take you on a ride?” the handsome man asked.

“Ride?” I asked, wondering what he meant. After what we’d just done, the word ride had many connotations.

“On my bike. A ride on my bike,” Xavier laughed.

“It always helps me to clear my head. Did you want to go?” he asked again.

Did I want to? I’d never been on a motorcycle, except in my dreams. One more thing checked off my bucket list. I couldn’t even ask myself if I trusted Xavier Woods. I’d just fucked him in a bathroom. Not even a first date was involved. Sigh. I knew I could trust him.

“I would love that. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. But I need to text Grace and let her know where I am so she doesn’t worry,” I said.

“Did you want me to give you some space, and I can wait outside in the hallway until you are ready?” Xavier offered.

I nodded, thinking about how awful I probably looked right now.

“For the record, you still look beautiful. Thank you for trusting me enough to let me comfort you and for one of the best fucks of my life,” Xavier said as he kissed my head.

My heart melted. This man was extraordinary.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I stood up, walked over to the sink, and washed my face. Xavier unlocked the bathroom door and left the room.

After turning on the faucet, I splashed cold water on my face a few times. After turning off the water, I dried my face with a paper towel. My eyes were red and swollen, and my face was blotchy from crying. Beautiful, my ass, I cringed.

I hastily messaged Grace, and she replied with a "thumbs up" and a note to return to her place after I finished or to call if I planned to stay at Xavier's. Rereading her message, my eyes widened. The idea hadn't crossed my mind. What should I do if he asked me to stay over? What would it be like to have sex with that man again?