Not that Cullen usually made out with women. He wasn’t seventeen. When he was with a woman, the outcome was sex. Pure and simple. They were both in it for the same thing, and that expectation was clear on both sides going in.Tonight though, with Huntley, had been something else. Something organic. Something wild and unprecedented for him.And they hadn’t even had sex. A fact that both tormented and relieved him. On one hand he wanted her so badly his teeth ached. On the other hand, there was still time to salvage their friendship.Huntley had been in the bathroom for ten minutes before she emerged. She paused when she saw him sitting on the couch. He’d thrown on a T-shirt and jeans. Partly to make her feel more comfortable, but mostly in case his dick decided to misbehave again and rise to full-mast.To say he was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. Seeing her again only drove home how much he wanted her. She looked well-pleasured. Her face flushed and her eyes shining.“Hey,”
