Page 47 of Trusting the Fall

I find it harder and harder to leave her bed every time. Knowing that the guys have been having their fill of her beauty and light makes unwelcome possession flow through my veins.

She can say we’re casual. She can draw that line. Even now, knowing who we are to each other, she can tell me whatever we were playing at before is over. But I know too much of her now, crave her too deeply, and my body knows. She’s mine.

21

Ten Minutes Earlier

Asifthelastforty-eight hours weren’t enough, life just had to fuck me some more.

I stare at the bestower of the best sex of my life as my brain tries to reconcile Leif with Lee.

One calls me a good girl when I’m coming for him, and the other is the deliverer of the most teeth-grinding headaches of my life. And you know how this bastard does it? Wearing a goddamn backwards cap.

I pull my phone from my pocket to text Lex.

ME: OH MY GOD!!!!!

LEX: What??

Leif, or Lee, pins those bright blue eyes on me with smug amusement while I furiously punch letters on my phone.

ME: The thorn in my side.

ME: The source of my afflictions.

ME: The bane of my very existence.

“Well, that has to end now,” I say.

LEX: Yes…

“What has to end, Bombshell?” The bastard purrs at me. Purrs! The fucking nerve of him.

“Me and you.”

ME: Is… my Viking *crying emoji*

ME: The arsehole contractor I’ve been emailing for the last eight weeks is the same man I’ve been riding into oblivion to work out the very frustrations he’s been the reason for!

LEX: Seriously? How did you not know this any earlier?

“What specifically about me and you? Me doing your renovations?” Leif says as he crosses the divide between us, bringing his leather and sandalwood scent with him.

I send him a glare, hating how blue his eyes look with his hair pushed off his face by his hat. That delicious smell he carries threatens to make my eyes roll to the back of my head. I just want to rub all over him like a cat, soaking his scent all over my skin.

ME: We’d only spoken through email. It’s a different guy who supervises on-site.

LEX: What about his name on the emails?

ME: His email says Lee Connors. When I was coming on his dick, he made me call him Leif. Apparently, Lee is a nickname.

“Hmm?” He steps toe to toe with me, dipping his head to trace his nose up my jaw. I stiffen, holding strong against the pull to submit to him.

“Or the way you scream my name when I’m making you come on my cock and tongue?”

I push against his rock-hard chest, feeling the warmth of it seep through his smoky blue shirt bearing the Connors Construction logo.

“Which name would that be? Leif or Lee?” I ask.