Page 31 of The Fire Walker
When I slid a finger inside, she clawed my back and said, “Fuck me, Dee.Fuckme.”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” I murmured, sliding a second finger in with the first. “I want to make love to you. I want you to feel what you do tome.”
Her eyes widened, but I was too far gone to worry about what this meant to her. Pulling away, I reached for my discarded jeans, searching the pockets. When I pulled out what I was looking for, her fingers covered mine as she took the condom from me, her gaze never leaving mine. Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip as she took me in her slender hand, running up and down my hardlength.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last,” I whispered, pressing into herfingers.
Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she let go and began rolling on the condom. My breath hitched as her hands slid back up to my tip, and then they were on my face, drawing my lips back tohers.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my mouth, and I was more than happy tocomply.
I eased into her, wanting to savor everything, but her hands were on my ass, pulling me in. I thrust, burying deep, and she arched her back off the mattress, letting out a strangledmoan.
“Make me come,” she cried, and something inside mesnapped.
Pulling out to the tip, I slammed back into her, the sensation almost sending me over the edge. She felt exquisite. I would never get enough of Jessie Ware. She made me feel raw, and she wanted me to fuck her, so Idid.
I lost myself as I moved inside her, each thrust of my hips meeting hers with a delicious gasp from her perfect lips. She was hot and trembling underneath me, and the intensity hit me like a sledgehammer. No woman had ever felt this fucking good.Ever.
“You feel so good.” I moaned, moving faster, my orgasmbuilding.
“Harder.” She groaned, sinking her fingernails into myback.
Jessie could’ve asked me to do anything right then, and I would have done it, including walking across fire for her. Fucking barefoot over molten lava kind offire.
She started to come hard, and she said my name over and over as she clenched around me, coaxing my release. I started to fall over the edge, but I kept moving, making her orgasm go on and on. Then her lips were on my shoulder, teeth sinking into skin, and I couldn’t hold on anymore. My orgasm was overwhelming, and I grunted her name against the curve of her neck as I came insideher.
Finally, when we both started to come down, I slumped against her, my chest heaving, our skin stickingtogether.
Epic… I was by no means inexperienced, but this was a whole newlevel.
Watching Jessie’s big, beautiful, doe eyes droop, I kissed her softly on the lips, lingering a moment. When she let out a contented sigh, I rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, but by the time I came back, she was fast asleep, so the things I wanted to say would have towait.
I pulled up the covers, wrapped an arm around her waist, and before I flicked the lamp off, I let my gaze wander over her, committing everything to memory. The soft expression she had when she slept melted my heart, and I knew I was in trouble. I was into her before, but now I was falling. I wanted to hold on and never letgo.
Jessie Ware had just stolen the last slice of my heart, and all it had taken was four fuckingdays.
That had to be some kind ofrecord.
Ididn’t knowwhat time it was when I finally woke, but light crept into the room through the crack in the curtains right across my face, warming my skin. Rolling over with a groan, I reached out for Jessie, but my hand fell onto an emptybed.
She wasn’t in it, and my heart sank. I assumed she was in the shower, but I instantly dismissed that stupid thought when I realized it was deathlysilent.
Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes with a yawn. That was when I saw the piece of paper on the pillow next to mine, and time just seemed to stop. This couldn’t be right, could it? This wasn’t how this story was meant toend.
I stared at the piece of hotel stationery for ages before I picked it up, my stomach churning. I already knew what it would say and didn’t want to believe it. Swallowing hard, my hands trembling, I turned it over, and there were the two words I’d become so familiar with. The two words that were the story of mylife.
I’msorry.
Clenching my jaw, I screwed up the note and threw it at the opposite wall with a cry of rage. I buried my face in my hands and drew in heavingbreaths.
She left me. She fucking left me in the middle of the night like some cheap piece ofcrap.
I suddenly felt like a fool for saying all that shit to her. Everything I’d felt the night before was ruined. I’d had a broken heart before, but it had never been smashed. Smashed was the wrong word. Obliterated was more likeit.
Jessie Ware obliteratedme.
The sheets smelled like her perfume. They reeked with what we’d done last night, and I felt sick. I could’ve chucked up right then, but I went into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower as far as it went and stood underneath the scalding water, washing her off me. I was a guy, I didn’t fucking cry, but I felt the sting in my eyes and was glad the water took the tears away before I had to acknowledgethem.
What the hell was so wrong withme?
Eventually, I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, and went back out into the empty room.Her room. All her stuff was gone, and it was almost eleven. Housekeeping would be here soon, so I had to get out. Dragging on my clothes, I picked up my phone and wallet and stepped into my boots, not stopping to do up the laces, not that I didanyway.
Pulling open the door, I thumped out into the hall and jabbed the button for the elevator so hard it was a wonder it didn’t break. As the doors opened and I moved into the car, I felt numb. I knew about rejection, but this was a whole new level of fucked up. Where had it gone sowrong?
I’d tried it Zoe’s way, and it had just imploded. I was myself, and even then, Jessie didn’t wantme.
I fell too hard too fast, and maybe it was because I wanted it toomuch.
What the fuck was I even goodfor?
