Page 89 of Stags

Inside, he found his laptop right away and looked her up on social media.

She wasn’t hard to find at all, because she had her graphic design business, and she had a huge internet presence. A website, a personal page, and business accounts on four or five different social media platforms.

He hovered over the friend request button and didn’t press it.

Women had asked him before to exchange numbers after hook-ups. He always shut that down right away, gentle but firm, saying he didn’t think he was what they were looking for.

When she asked, he said yes.

And right after he said it, he started to feel a growing sense of panic, wondering what in the hell he’d just done.

But then she took it back.

Which should have been a relief, but it only made the panic worse for some reason.

He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if he’d ever been rejected like that by a woman.

Obviously, he’d made passes and been shot down. That happened to everyone. He wouldn’t say it was a pleasant experience, but he took that in stride.

Had he ever actually been rejected after he fucked a woman, fucked a woman who came so easily for him, just fell apart under his fingers and tongue andsmelledso amazing when she was doing it, just flooded his whole being with that delectable scent that was all sex and fear and food mixed together?

Well, no.

He’d never had sex like that, for one thing.

And he couldn’t understand why she’d rejected him. She wanted him and he could tell. He could smell it.

Fuck.

He glared down at the laptop. Then he slammed it shut.

Well, it was for the best, he thought. He’d have disappointed her, in the end. He was never enough for people, and he didn’t even know how tobeenough. He wasn’t really interested in trying.

Or, at least, he never had been before.

He gazed out over his living room, sighing. “Think I just got my heart broken,” he muttered. “So that’s what it feels like.”

ATHOS WAS SITTINGup on a chair in his hotel room with Tawny straddling him. He was buried inside her and her perfect tits were bouncing in front of his face as they moved together. He nipped at her nipples, gently pinched them, and she said, “Thank you, sir. That’s good, sir,” in a hoarse voice.

He rocked into her and his voice was hoarse too as he told her that she needed to keep riding him, just like this, just keep moving her wet little cunt up and down on his hard, aching cock. “Because you need my come, sweet thing. Need it so that we can get you pregnant, right?”

“Right, sir, right,” she moaned.

“Good girl, just take me and get bred,” he said.

“Breed me, Athos,” she said. “Breed me, sir, breed me so hard.”

So, he bred her. Hard.

And then they slept in his bed, all tangled up, their legs entwined, his body curved around hers, one of his hands cupping one of her soft, round breasts, another resting on her belly.

Before they went to sleep, they made plans.

She was free on Tuesday next week and they were going to go to dinner.

They joked that it would be over quickly, that they’d work the insanity of this weekend out of their systems and realize that they didn’t actually like each other.

They joked that it would be good to get that figured out as soon as possible.

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