Page 79 of Cognac Secrets

If the man hadn’t had bad luck, it felt like he wouldn’t have had any luck at all, what with the circumstances he was born into and all.

Shit. I don’t know.

I just know that I was damn grateful that Sandrine was willing to stay with me tonight. I knew, without a doubt, that I would need it.

I intentionally hadn’t slept yet. I knew that the nightmares were coming and the only way to stave them sumbitches off was to literally exhaust myself to the point of damn near collapse.

Trust me when I say, by the time we pulled up in my driveway out back and I killed the bike, I was almost there.

We’d gotten her an overnight bag of stuff and had stopped for dinner along the way at one of my favorite hole-in-the-wall joints that I felt was one of the city’s best-kept secrets. It was one of those places that locals only knew about, had stayed with the same family for generations, and that the only way you found it as an outsider was to, one, stumble on it completely by accident. Or, two, have a local like you enough to bring you.

Sandy had never been, and it was a pleasure to bring her up to speed on it.

She was still chattering happily about just how fuckinggoodthe étouffée was as I keyed open the lock on my door and I couldn’t help but smile. As soon as I was closing the door behind her, I turned and swept her into my arms and kissed her fiercely.

“Mm!” she exclaimed in surprise against my lips and I didn’t care. I justneededthis.

I buried my hands into her long silken hair and wrapped an arm around her crushing her to me and while she’d stiffened at first out of surprise, it didn’t take long for her to melt into me.

She kissed me back as though she was as desperate as me to be close and I relished it. Walking us both awkwardly to the bedroom. As soon as my eyes hit the bed, a wave of exhaustion crashed into me, the fatigue monster sneaking up on me and swallowing whole.

Sandy pulled back and searched my face with that all seeing, all knowing, emerald gaze of hers and she sounded almost a little defeated when she said, “You need sleep.”

“I do,” I affirmed.

“Shower first or just bed?” she asked softly.

“Just bed, I think,” I told her and she nodded, her fingertips plucking at the buttons on my polo shirt beneath my jacket which I shrugged off and let hit the floor. My cut was hanging on the hook in the corner that’d I’d put up in here just for it.

We’d decided that if we were out, riding alone, or with one of the girls, to forgo it for their safety. You can’t get revenge if you’re dead – but still, it didn’t feel right not having it on and I low key hated it, even if I’d begrudgingly agreed and voted the temporary measure in.

We took our time undressing each other, getting naked with Sandrine was always a fucking delight, and I wasn’t the least bit phased that it was just to have her warm and cuddled close to me. I warned her that bad dreams were possible, and that I thrashed, and she’d waved me off and said that was part of life, and that she knew how to duck.

I wondered, and not for the first, nor probably the last time, how I’d managed to get so fucking lucky to find her. So sweet, so kind, so wonderful… and even more so, that I had gotten lucky enough for her to go along with my bullshit at the start.

Friends with benefits… who the fuck had I been kidding?

We got into bed, kissing, and stroking one another, her presence calming, and soothing, and she heldmeclose, letting me put my ear over her heart, the ticking soothing, her skin so soft, her body so warm against mine. I held onto her gently and she ran her fingers through my hair and over my shoulders, and before I knew it, I was out.

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I woketo the sound of pelting rain outside on the window pane to the room and the warmth of Sandrine’s body nestled back into mine. I held my breath, waiting to find out what had woken me when I realized it was my nymph of a girlfriend rubbing her ass along my cock, her hips rolling and her fingers linked with mine.

“You a little horny?” I asked and I heard her delighted little chuckle.

“Why, are my feminine wiles and charms working on you?” she asked softly.

I shoved my cock against her and humped her back and she gasped.

“What do you think?” I growled just behind her ear, breathing her in.

“I think I need that inside me any which way you want to take me likenow,” she replied andfucking hell.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I whispered and I didn’t even think about a condom. I found her wet and waiting pussy with the head of my cock and I just went for it.

She gasped and shuddered against me, as I slid into her hidden depths, her body going stiff and her grasping little cunt pulling me in, pulsating around me as she flexed her pelvic floor muscles and wriggled her behind while pushing back to meet my forward thrust.

I palmed her breasts and lay on my side and shoved all the way in and she half gasped and half sighed, cooing in pleasure as I worked my way in and out of her.

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