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“I see that.” If she was going to leave, then I had to make the most of moments like these, right?
Tightening my grip around her waist, I lifted her onto the empty bench behind us. Her legs parted, and she wrapped herself around my waist and began moving against me as my mouth went back to her cleavage. Opening more buttons, I licked along the edge of her bra before tugging the material down and capturing her taut nipple between my teeth. Biting gently, she arched into me, a moan bursting from her pink lips.
Bunching up her skirt, I tore at her underwear, but I was hindered by the cast on my left arm. She lifted her ass off the bench so I could pull them down, then she greedily undid the button on my jeans.
Rubbing my fingers between her legs, I moaned, thoroughly enjoying spreading her wetness to her clit.
“I’ve never done this before,” she murmured as I freed my erection.
“Done what?” I asked as I rolled on a condom.
“Had sex on my kitchen bench.”
“I hope you’ve got some disinfectant,” I retorted, stroking my shaft. “Your bare ass is on the countertop.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Industrial grade.”
I positioned myself at her opening, and her smile faded as I circled my thumb around her clit. The moment she relaxed, my crown slipped into her, and I couldn’t hold back. I thrust, burying my cock deep into her body. Sliding her forward to the edge of the bench, I pulled out and delved in once more.
I had her hard and fast, and her body quivered violently as she came. The sight of her coming undone in such primal way sent me over the edge before I was ready. My balls flared, and I emptied into her, my right arm cradling her against me as the last of my release ran its course.
“Fuck,” she muttered, her chest heaving against mine. “Zero to obliterated in under five minutes.”
“I usually have more stamina,” I retorted.
“It’s something to do with the level of horniness.” She smirked as I pulled out.
“I’ll say.”
Removing the condom, I found the bin and chucked it in, and by the time I turned around, the air had changed between us. Callie was watching me with an air of sadness…or was it regret? Shit, and my ass was still hanging out.
“Mark, I…”
Her eyes were sad, and I knew she was struggling with her decision. It was the job or me. She didn’t have to say it for me to understand. Did she have to choose? What if I took myself out of the equation? It would make things real easy for her then.
“I’ve gotta go,” I muttered, jerking my boxers and jeans back up.
“Mark…”
“I’ve got shit to do,” I fired back, fixing my fly. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I pushed out the back door and into the alley, and she didn’t try to stop me. Not even once.
That night, I went to The Underground.
Two weeks had passed since I’d broken my arm, and I hadn’t been back. Until tonight. Until shit got rough. Seemed like the circle of life where I was concerned.
Leaning against the bar, I sipped absently at my bottle of Corona, ignoring everyone around me, especially Faye who was attempting to rile me up with her inane questions.How’s your arm? Free tonight? That chick is staring at you. I bet she’ll suck your cock then let you do her in the ass.Nothing got a rise out of me tonight. I was too miserable.
Callie’s situation bore a startling resemblance to mine in a way. I was offered a shot at the UFC, seemingly out of the blue, but from there, I knew our paths would be different. She was integrity personified. Her heart was strong, and she was determined to make her way on her own merits.
But even I knew not everyone was an island. Even the most cunning people were done over from time to time, and I was worried for her. Worried or selfish? I couldn’t tell the two apart anymore.
Simply put, I didn’t want her to go, so why couldn’t I say it to her?
Someone sat on the stool next to me, and I tensed. I wasn’t in the mood to let anyone down easily tonight. Glancing out the corner of my eye, I was surprised to see a shock of cobalt blue hair. Turning fully, I looked her over and scowled.
“Lori.”
