Page 24 of Lonesome Man
He stared down at me, his gaze searching mine. Like this, his cock still inside me, his big body surrounding me, this moment felt even more intimate than the slow, tender sex we’d just had, and I couldn’t take it.
“I better go pee,” I said, then chuckled.
He pressed another soft kiss to my lips, then carefully slid out of me, rolling to the side and letting me out of bed. I took my time cleaning up, but when I came back out, he was still awake. He tossed back the covers for me, and as soon as I climbed back in, he pulled me into his warm arms.
Tucker’s breathing evened out a short time later, his arm around me growing heavy as he fell asleep.
I lay awake for hours after, my stomach in knots, because I realized I couldn’t leave here and not tell him the truth. Even if he hated me for what I’d done, I had to tell him.
I owed him that.
Even if he never talked to me again.
Chapter Ten
Tucker
“You want tea or coffee?” I called up the stairs.
“Tea, please,” Ruth called back.
We’d slept in, then I’d gone down on her because I desperately wanted to make her come again before we finally got up. It was our last day together, and I was doing my best to ignore the dread that was a constant now whenever I thought about her getting on that plane, flying away and never coming back. I knew better than this. I never got attached to the women I brought out here, but this one—she’d dug herself so deep under my skin that all week my stomach had coiled into knots whenever I thought about her leaving.
I had this—fuck—this stupid fucking urge riding me to ask her to stay, to beg her not to leave.
It’s only because you’ve got Ruth and Libby all mixed up in your head.
A ding came from the open laptop on the table. I glanced over at the now glowing screen. A message flashed up from Jessica at the escort service, the woman who organized my visits every year. I shouldn’t, but I strode over to take a look. It had to be Ruth’s travel times. Jessica always sent them the day before, but I hated to admit that I was kind of hoping there’d been a fuckup with her travel arrangements. That there’d be no one to meet her when Cash dropped her off at the tiny airport at the bottom of the mountain and she’d have to stay with me for another few nights.
Hey Libs,
Just checking in and updating you with your travel times. I hope you’re having an amazing time? The girls have all been jealous…
Libs?
Why would Jessica call her that? Was she teasing her? Had Ruth told her the name I’d been calling her while we played? Jessica had always been super professional. It didn’t seem like something she’d do, honestly.
My gaze slid to Ruth’s script. It was still open, right there. The page was scrolled down so all I could see was the title.
FROM AFAR
I touched the mousepad, using it to bring the front page higher so I could see the rest of it.
Written by
Libby Brantford
I blinked down at the name, then fucking jerked back like I’d been struck by lightning.
What the fuck?
I read it again, and again, my brain struggling to understand, to process what the fuck I was looking at.
Libby Brantford.
Libby fucking Brantford.
No. I straightened, then leaned back and read it again. Then I clicked open the message from Jessica so it filled the screen, so I could scroll through their past messages. Her name was all over them, not just from while she was here with me, but from weeks ago. I kept scrolling—fucking months ago.
