Page 27 of The Seven Month Itch
A naked man?
Water rolls down his muscular physique. His backside thrusts into what looks like a wall. No, that can’t be right. Why in the world would anyone pound his dick into the wall for fun?
Low, guttural moans seize my attention. I should leave, but, like I said, curiosity and all that. The patter of droplets against the tiled floor masks my steps. Rams-a-Lot’s pace quickens.With a hand braced on the wall, he grabs something, or, rather,someone.
I rub my eyes. This isn’t happening. There’s no way a naked man is getting sucked off in here. My hands jump to my lips to stifle a gasp, but it’s too late. He looks over his shoulder and zeroes in on me.
“What the fu—Justice? Is that you?”
Sweet Christmas. It’s Miles.
My legs move faster than I can process. I fall over a lounger, sending me into the air and onto the slate floor with a thud. My robe falls open.Shit.I fumble with the cotton belt to retie it.
Miles’s laughter echoes around the room. Glad one of us finds this funny. “What are you doing here, kid?” He reaches down to help me up.
I stretch out my hand to take his but snatch it back to shield my eyes.
Dick alert! Dick alert!
“Can you put some clothes on,please?“ My knees scrape against the floor. I’m soaked and need to get out of here—far, far away from Miles and his peen. With one hand on the ground and the other covering my eyes, I make the painful journey to the door. At least that’s where I think I’m headed. Sandra Bullock could come to reenactBird Boxand I wouldn’t be out of place.
Arms snake around my middle and lift me in the air without effort. “You’re such a kid,” Miles says.
I suck my teeth while this nasty man carries me like a duffel bag. My hands are still covering my eyes—and now my mouth in fear of the weapon he just used to spear someone inches from my face.
He laughs in a roar. “Relax, I have a towel on. I won’t smack you in the face with my dick.” My feet touch the ground outside the room he used as his personal sex chamber.
“What the hell are you doing, Miles?” I brush down my robe to make sure I’m decent, unlike some people I know, who seem to get off in water rooms. Pun intended.
He shrugs and flashes a smile. “Thought it was obvious.” My eyes can’t roll any further. “I would say it’s been a pleasure bumping into you again, but you interrupted my happy ending.” He motions toward the lockers and gives me a nudge. “Now be a good little girl and go back to your suite.”
I shake my head. “You’re disgusting.”
“Coming from you, Mother Teresa, I take that as a compliment.” He winks and disappears back into the room.
Miles’s words replay in my head while I dress. I’m not Mother Teresa, not even close. Maybe I don’t have sex with strangers or slurp down someone in a day spa, but I know how to live on the wild side.
It’s a miracle you wear lingerie without giggling. Who are you kidding?
Okay, I may have prudish tendencies on occasion, but I can be adventurous.
It’s possible.
I’ll admitvixenandJusticein the same sentence is uncommon. I still question to this day why Terrence chose me. He’s sex on a stick. I’m the goofy girl who can’t watch a love scene without squirming if others are around.
When we got together, I lacked experience in every sense of the word. But I was enough, even when I doubted myself. We earned gold stars in the frequency department, but I took baby steps when it came to freakiness.
The bench whines at my weight.Same, buddy. Same.
I really am a nun.
Like Mother Teresa.
Terrence is probably in his own spa room deep-throating someone right now. He has a crazy-high sex drive and evenwilder stories from his early college years. Miles makes him look like a choir boy, but he still had his share of encounters with women who threw themselves at the football team.
His tongue alone threatened to put me in a coma on more than one occasion. The way he works his jackhammer should be illegal in every state and US territory. You don’t learn what he mastered from watching tutorials on YouTube.
Now that he’s single again, there’s nothing to stop him from pursuing a woman who satisfies his kinks without a pep talk before and an aspirin afterward.
