Page 73 of Bad Habit
Eleven
Mac
The call took longer than I’d hoped, and it was nearly a half hour before I headed back to the room. I hoped Faith would be finished with her nap and more open to sex than she’d seemed this morning. Maybe I needed to just flat-out tell her it was okay to have sex during daytime, too.
I’d told Faith I was done with crime, and I’d meant it. But this big job of Shane’s was definitely on, and I’d caved under Keagan’s pressure.
I trusted my older brother—no one was better at planning these things than Keag—but I also knew that we’d been lucky to keep from doing any serious time so far. But the luck of the Downeys was bound to run out sooner or later.
One last job, I thought. One last job with a promised payday bigger than the previous five years’ hauls combined. After that I’d be done. One last job and I’d be out.
I liked to think I’d have quit even before meeting Faith, but it was hard to sort out my own thoughts from her influence. It was barely a month, but I had trouble remembering my life before Faith, and even more trouble imagining my future without her.
I opened the door to our hotel room and heard obvious sex sounds. WTF?
After a moment of panic, I recognized she was watching porn, and my shock melted into amusement, then horniness.
Watching porn meant she was horny too, and my dick would finally forgive me for going nearly twelve hours without being inside her.
I found her on the sofa, her fingers tucked inside the edge of her bathing suit. She pulled them out quickly when she saw me. Her cheeks were flushed, but it was hard to know whether it was embarrassment at being caught or how much she was turned on. Probably both.
“Whatcha watching?” I grinned like I hadn’t noticed. “Anything good on?”
Not looking at the screen, I kept my eyes on her face as I leaned on the arm of the sofa, wanting so badly to dive on top of her, push the crotch of that suit to the side and press my cock balls-deep inside her.
“Is this how it’s supposed to be?” she asked softly.
“Sex?” I shook my head. “No, baby. That’s porn. It’s all show.”
She nodded, slowly, then looked down. “But… but it’s supposed to feel… better.”
“I knew it.” I tightened my grip on the sofa. “I hurt you last night. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
“No.” She shook her head vigorously. “You didn’t hurt me. But…” She glanced at the TV then back toward me. “Sex… is it sometimes more, um, passionate than what we did last night? Like that?” She pointed at the TV.
“Sure. Maybe notexactlylike that, but sure.”
“When you’re with the right person.”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “But—”
“I’m not that girl for you.” She looked down.
“That’s not…”Fuck.“Was the sex last night good for you—at all?”
“Well. Yes. I suppose. I’m not really sure, since it was my first time.” She bit her lower lip. “It didn’t feel as good as the other stuff we’ve done.”
Looking up at me, she shook her head and smiled. “I let my expectations get too high.”
I scraped my smashed ego off the carpet. “Lots of women like foreplay and oral sex better than fucking—um, sex.”
She turned back to the TV. The man was kneeling one knee on the bed and pounding the woman doggie style—hard—as he pressed her face into the mattress at an uncomfortable angle.
“Have you ever done it like… like that?” she whispered. “From behind?” She said the last word with a mixture of awe and disgust.
“Sure…” I did not like where this discussion was going.
“And do you like it as much as that man?”
