Page 62 of Coming In Hot
He hasn’t said much, and I’m taking it as a good sign. Like, he’s so overcome with lust he’s speechless? Yeah, that.
“Waited too long for this,” he pants. “It’s too good.” Pharo slams into me again and cum pulses from my slit in an arc, staining the back of my couch.
Good thing it’s leather.
“Don’t wanna,” one more hard thrust, and he unleashes within me. “Coming,” he hisses, digging his fingers deep into my skin.
That’s gonna bruise tomorrow.
Then he collapses over my back, sweaty and breathless, while he recovers. Already coming down from the lust-nado of hormones swirling in my bloodstream, I’m starting to feel caged in and skittish. I need him off me, likenow.
I manage to shake him off. Pharo slips out of me with a soft pop and plants a kiss between my shoulder blades. As he saunters into my bathroom to clean up, I shamelessly ogle his tight ass. Fucking perfection.
By the time he emerges from the bathroom, I’m dressed and looking relaxed on the couch. I feel boneless, like every molecule in my body got a deep-tissue massage.
Pharo leans over the back of the couch and stares at me, appearing unsure. “I don’t know what to do here, Jax. I don’t want to push you too far, but if you want me to stay, I will.” He bends down to grab his pants, pulling them on as I think of what to say.
Do I want him to leave? Yes.
Do I want him to stay? Yes.
Fuck, this is what I wanted to avoid, and yet, here we are. Caught smack dab in post-coital weirdness.
If I had any common sense, I’d tell him to leave. Then again, if common sense were lard, most people wouldn’t be able to grease a pan. Including me.
“It’s getting late,” I answer casually, trying to hide the knot tightening in my chest. My mind’s a mess of conflicting thoughts, but I don’t let it show.
But the way he gazes at me, that heat still in his eyes—it’s clear neither of us is ready for this to be over. I can feel the pull between us like a force of nature, impossible to ignore.
“Then I’ll go.”
Damn, he actually looks disappointed! I wasn’t expecting that. I stand to walk him out, feeling my steps slow the closer I get to the door. Just as I reach for it, two things happen at once. My phone dings, and someone knocks.
“It's a little late for a social call,” Pharo says.
“I’m not expecting anyone.” Ignoring my phone, I pull the door open to find a goth sprite standing there, grinning and holding a file folder.
“Am I being served?” What else could it be?
“Sorry, I know it’s late. I texted first, though!”
She’s talking to me, but her dark eyes are on Pharo, sizing him up like a prime cut of meat on sale.
“Hi,” she says to him. “I’m Joey, Jax’s friend.”
“Jax has friends?” Pharo asks skeptically.
“Joey?” I take in her five-foot frame, her short, dark hair pulled into a ponytail high on her head, and her ripped-to-shit concert tee and cargo pants. “You’re a girl?”
“Yeah, what’d you think?” She returns her attention to Pharo with a smirk. “He’s a sharp one, huh?”
Joey practically dances into my apartment, and Pharo seems intrigued and amused. I get the feeling neither of them is leaving too soon. “What are you doing here?”
“I have some… uh…” She gives Pharo an assessing look and finishes, “confidential information I wanted to give you in person.”
Nothing makes sense, and I’m starting to get dizzy from trying to piece the puzzle together. “The fuck did you come from? And how’d you find out where I live?” It’s not listed publicly.
Joey shoots me a disbelieving look. “Are you serious? Come on, Jaxy. It’s me you’re talking to. And for your info, I don’t live far. Just past Asheville.”
