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He’d just come.
Before I had.
And inside me. My heart sank at the thought that he’d just used me.God, what was I doing?
“Shit. I didn’t mean to...” On a hard breath, he dropped his face to the crook of my neck. “Your pussy just feels too damn good.”
Before I could say, “Well, that’s great for you,” he sat up and grabbed the tops of my thighs. Then his hot mouth landed on my pussy, his tongue making tiny circles over my clit.
“Shit, the way I taste in you…”
He was so filthy and so damn good with his mouth. “You’re so—” But I couldn’t finish that sentence because whatever he had just done had me gripping the sheets and fighting a moan.
“Good at eating your pussy?” He smirked up from between my spread thighs. “I know.”
Two swipes of his tongue had my muscles trembling, chest heaving in anticipation. Then he rammed his fingers inside me, and I fell apart. Emotionally. Physically. Pleasure overtook my body like a drug, making me high on drag of his tongue, each thrust of his hand. My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling his face closer just for the extra friction. Tension built in my muscles, coiling like a spring under pressure, and then, the orgasm tore through me like liquid fire.
My limbs went lax on a deep moan, and I lay there, basking in the blissful aftermath of what he’d just done to me.
“Bad idea, huh?” He collapsed onto the mattress beside me while I tried and failed to catch my breath.
It was a bad idea. I’d fucked Hendrix, and I couldn’t even bask in the afterglow because he’d come in me.
I’d let him come in me.
How stupid could I be?
Chapter13
HENDRIX
I’d laid in bed for the past hour, listening to the wail of ambulances, watching the morning sunlight filtering in through the blinds, and holding her like she was mine. Like the pathetic ball sack I evidently was, because as much I wanted to hate her, I didn’t.
I hated what she did to us. But damn, had I missed this.
I pulled Lola a little closer, telling myself we could start over. That it would be easy. That we could make it work…that I’d be an idiot for not trying.Hypocritical fuck.
She pulled in a deep breath, pressing her ass against me on a stretch.
That woke up my dick. Thank God. I could handle thinking with my dick a lot more than with my stupid-ass heart. I pressed my cock against her crack, and she froze before she flipped onto her back.
“You can putthataway.”
I tightened my hold on her and thrust against her thigh. “Yeah, I fucking can.”
She peeled my arm away before abruptly sitting up. “I have to go.”
“Where do you ‘have to go’ at eight in the morning?”
“I’m sure most girls leave your bed a lot earlier, Hendrix.” She grabbed her shorts from the floor, dragging them up her legs as she pushed to her feet. “Breakfast hardly seems like one-night stand etiquette.”
Angry. Damn, she was angry.
“What the hell is your deal? You’re not—”
“Nothing.” She paused, her back still to me as she zipped her shorts. “Not everything is about you, Hendrix. I have to go see a room and—” She held up her hand like she needed to stop herself before she turned to face me. “It doesn’t matter.”
Depending on where that room was, it absolutely did matter, especially when I had a spare room and needed the help. Would it be the smartest thing in the world for her to move in with me? Probably not. We still had a ton of shit we hadn’t talked about or worked through, and we could barely last three minutes alone together before my dick got hard. But ex-girlfriend or not, some parts of Dayton were worse than others. I’d rather her be safe, even if my weak, stupid heart wouldn’t be. I sat up in bed, scratching a hand through my bed hair as I watched her ram her feet into her Converse.
