Page 69 of Fast and Dirty

I continue to pummel deep and hard, slowly bringing Kira down while her orgasm wanes, and when she lets out a long sigh, I back off her to give her room to move.

“Flip over, princess,” I gently order and she turns over on her stomach.

From behind, I find her sweet entrance and plunge in once again. Kira wastes no time finding a pace with me; rocking against me and throwing her ass against my groin. Our bodies collide over and over, reaching further; deeper each time.

My balls swell and tighten, and my body jerks and shudders as I go off inside her. It seems to take forever to come down from the high, and I gently pull out so that I can collapse next to Kira.

We’re a sweaty, heaving tangle of arms and legs as we try to catch our breath. I push a damp strand of dark hair off her face and lay with her for a while until the world slows down again. When it finally does, I give her a kiss before walking to the bathroom to clean up and I bring a warm washcloth back for her, gliding it over her skin before tucking her in.

I pull Kira into my side and press my head back into the pillow, my eyes heavy. The silence of the room and the stillness of our bodies has me dropping right off to sleep.

27

KIRA

“I’m starving bitch, let's go find some egg white lox frittata,” Toby prods, taking my arm to cross the street.

“I hate to break it to you, but they didn’t install a French restaurant in the two days you were gone. We’re going to the diner, dude.”

“Well I hope they at least bleached the tables since I was there last,” he bargains as Donna’s comes into view. “We didn’t get a chance to celebrate you and West scoring that assload of money. When do you guys get the check?”

“Next week,” I tell him feeling a glow glimmering in my cheeks.

“So tell me how bad it was,” I sigh, opening my menu, wanting Toby to get the rundown of his visit back to socialite hell out of the way so that I can go back to pretending that place and the people in it don’t exist.

“Oh!” He sighs fondly. “It was pandemonium. Not quite as trainwreck as your non-wedding reception but pretty close. Pretty sure there were at least twelve middle-aged, mildly overweight men who had coronaries and/or a mini stroke.

“Didyour parents disown you?” I ask as our spotty glasses get filled with ice water and we both order orange juices.

“All ties are officially severed,” Toby announces triumphantly with a dual flourish of his hands and I reach the table to high-five him. “My parents left early, tapping furiously on their phones.” he muses dreamily before takingHe takes a sip of his juice, grimacing, looking at the glass, and setting it to the side. “Pretty sure they were assembling their horde of therapists, lawyers, and drug dealers. But that’s okay, I got to enjoy the rest of the gala reveling in repulsed looks, but the best? I got to have a drama throwdown with your papa.”

I spray my juice across the table, and Toby shrieks as I cough, reaching for a napkin.

“Ugggh! Disgusting!” He exclaims, digging in his man bag for a package of wet wipes. He hands one over to me before he starts mopping the table.

“You got into it with my dad?” My voice sounds like a pubescent boy who stepped on a Lego.

“Bitch, you need to calm your face because it could not have gone better,” he tries to assure me but I have a bad feeling as he wads the wet wipes up and slides them to the edge of the table. “My parents leaving just set the tone for the rest of the night and tensions were high.”

“So what happened?” I urge my stupid friend. “Please tell me before I hyperventilate.”

Toby rolls his eyes and lets out a huff but obliges. “So the fundraiser was in total upheaval and your dad was all,‘Get out of here and take your same-sex lover with you!’ and I was all ‘Gladly!’ And then he muttered something likefirst my dumbass second-born, and now her delinquent friend. What is happening to this corrupt generation?’ And I was all,‘I’ll have you know Kira’s really made something of herself! She’s found a charming town and helped it reach it’s full potential! And she’s about to become a land- and business-owner very soon, so you can suck it!’ And your dad was all‘WHAT?!;”

Toby has an uncanny knack for theatrically imitating my dad’s outraged baritone. And I have to say, I’m enjoying this, until he tells me the next part. “And Hendrix was like, ‘Yeah, she’s buying the Emerson Inn and she’s going to restore it, which no one else has the balls to do!’

“Wait, so you told my dad my plans?” I almost choke on a French fry as I lean in, hands braced on the table.

“Yeah, we had to shove it in his face that you didn’t fall destitute when he cut you off. That fucker needs to be taken down a peg or fifty.”

A cold brick of dread starts to plummet down my chest to nestle in my stomach. The bell on the diner door jangles like it’s summoning the devil.

And oh look, he’s here. And he’s got my roommate in his gnarly clutches.

“Check it out, Kira!” Agnes looks triumphant as she leads a formidable gentleman caller towards our booth. “Found me a silver fox outside, and he says he knows you,” she steps aside and waves at my dad with a flourish.

My douche canoe dad buttons his suit jacket with his lips in a line of smugness. Nevermind that it’s hotter than Satan’s taint outside, the dipshit must always keep up appearances.

“Oh Agnes,” my voice trembles, threatening me that I’m going to be sick. Because I’m pretty sure I know why King of the Dickheads is here.

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