Page 18 of The Truth of Loving You

He softened in my mouth, and my cheek rested against his thigh. Cole continued to stroke my hair as small tremors ran through him. I was afraid to move. Maybe his guilt would kick in now that I sated his lust. I vowed to keep him in my mouth as long as he allowed.

A minute later, his fist latched onto my hair, dragging me off his dick.

Cole

Fuck. Pretty boy looked like he never wanted to let go of my cock and honestly, I didn’t want him to.

“You okay?” I asked.

Shane’s head bobbed up and down.

“I need your words.” I stroked his soft skin under his protruding cheekbone.

Shane slowly blinked. Everything about him was calm. I did that. I made the man whose brain worked at warp speed and fidgeted constantly serene.

“That was fantastic.” Shane’s big brown eyes held so much emotion.

It was too much, but I wasn’t ready to wreck this. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“You’re fantastic,” I said as I held his face and brought my lips to his forehead.

The urge to kiss his pouty lips drowned me, but it wouldn’t be fair to him. Even if I wasn’t fucked up, I wasn’t good enough for him. His hands unclasped and fell to his sides. I noticed the large wet spot on the front of his pants.

“You came?” My voice came out harsh and accusing.

“I...you...it...” he stammered.

One arm hauled him against me, and my other hand stroked him from the top of his head to his tailbone and back. I had a hard time speaking, but I forced out a string of, “Shhh, shhh, shhh.”

On some level, I felt cheated out of his orgasm. That it should have been mine to take. That I should’ve admonished him and told him next time he wasn’t allowed to come until I permitted him. His cum belonged to me. But that was crazy. There would be no next time. That knocked the breath out of me.

“Sorry.” I forced out a laugh. “I didn’t realize my unicorn cock had the power to make you come without being inside you.”

“You were inside me.” Shane rested his head on my shoulder.

His words unsettled me.

“Was it okay?” Shane whispered. “I mean, I know it was my first time.” His voice became stronger.

I wanted to explain in thorough detail all the ways it was fucking mind-blowing, but that would make tomorrow harder. “A solid effort. Not unicorn level, but solid porn star level.” My voice teased. “Ya did great, kid.”

“Life goal as a porn star, met. Check.” Shane laughed, and the twinge in my chest ached.

After showing him the guest room, bathroom, and getting him some clothes, I asked to see his tattoo. To make sure it wasn’t infected. The lies I told myself were getting worse.

“It looks good,” I murmured as my hand brushed over his skin.

His nipples hardened and I congratulated myself for not licking them. A shred of self-control had returned. But not enough for me to let him go yet. He smelled like sex and clean linen and everything good. His muscles were solid under my hands. Long and lean with definition and strength. I had to tear myself away before I decided to climb in bed with him. Sleepovers were not on the agenda with a hookup.

“All set? Need anything else tonight?” I stood to leave.

Shane’s fingers on my wrist stopped me. “Thank you. I appreciate it and know it was hard for you.” Shane’s gorgeous brown eyes conveyed too much emotion. Again.

“It was nothing,” I lied, then fled into my room but refused to lie down in my husband’s bed.

I sat in his reading chair, researching on my phone. I wasn’t thinking about how I’d broken my vow of no men. Or what Paxton would say if he could see me now. But he couldn’t see me in this life, and that was my fault.

I crept into the living room to wait out the night on the couch.

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