Page 14 of The Way We Collide

“Good, because I want to do it all again.”

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Hendrix

Ishould’ve closed the blinds before I passed out in Raven’s arms.

We spent an epic night fucking. I ate her pussy a few more times. She sucked my cock a few more times. I bent her over the couch. She rode me like a bull. She even let me put my dick in her ass, and holy shit, I came so fast, it was embarrassing.

Now she’s lying across my chest. Her thick, chocolaty hair is spread over my skin in silky waves, her full lips are pouty. My eyes glide down her gorgeous body, and she is so damn sexy. I almost wish…

“Ugh… not the sun.” She lifts a hand, holding it over her eyes in a way that makes me chuckle.

“You’re not secretly a vampire, are you, Rave?”

“I might as well be after last night.” She turns her face, burying it between my arm and my side.

Shifting my body, I do my best to shield her from the light while stroking her hair off the side of her cheek. Her eyes are closed, but her lips curl with a smile.

Lifting her chin, she blinks up at me. “We didn’t get enough sleep.”

“Sleep is overrated.”

“I can’t believe I’m not hungry. I always wake up ready for breakfast.”

“To be fair, you swallowed a lot of cock last night.” Her eyes flare, and she pinches my side, making me yelp a laugh. “Ow! I wasn’t complaining.”

“I could use some coffee.” She sits up slowly, and I admire the shape of her body, her narrow waist, the curve of her hips. “I’ve got to get on the road soon.”

A twinge of something like sadness moves through my stomach, but I immediately dismiss it. “I’ll make us coffee.”

Standing, I walk through the room to the kitchen. Her eyes follow me, but I’ve never been shy about my body. I fill the carafe with water, and when I turn, she’s standing at the bar with my white dress shirt loosely buttoned over her naked body. Her dark hair falls around her shoulders in messy, silky waves, and she looks amazing.

I hit the on button and return to lean across from her. “I can drive you to the house when you’re ready.”

She nods, looking down. “I wish I had something to wear besides my bridesmaid’s dress. Talk about the walk of shame.”

“No shame—hold that thought.” I walk around the bar, returning to the bedroom where the king-sized bed is several inches away from the wall.

I grin at the sight of it, remembering how wild we got last night.

Scooping up my boxer briefs, I pull them on quickly, stepping over the condoms dropped in a neat stack beside the nightstand. I’ll clean all this up later.

For now, I dig in my suitcase, taking out an old cotton practice jersey and a pair of sweats. “These are going to be too big for you.”

“I doubt it.” She takes the clothes from me. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

“Of course not. Take as long as you need.”

I pull out a pair of jeans and a navy tee, and I’m standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee when she emerges from the bedroom dressed in my clothes.

“I can’t believe they fit.” She’s looking down, with her hair over her shoulder, then when she straightens, my old jersey tightens over her breasts and hips in a way that makes me want to suggest a Round 2… or is it 20?

“That looks better on you than it does on me.”

“I think my padding hits differently than yours.”

“You look great.” Stepping to the coffee pot, I take out the carafe. “Go cup?”

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