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He tenses, then slams on the brakes, rocking me away from him. Only his firm grip keeps me from tumbling against the steering wheel. “Some mysteries are left undiscovered.”
Holding the vehicle still, he peels me off his leg. “Your stop, ma’am.”
What?
Damn him.
I meet his gaze for a long breath, then give up.
Maybe I was wrong after all.
Whatever.
I don’t look back after I crawl down, crumpling the empty paper cup in my hands as I stomp my way to the house.
It finds its way into the garbage on my way to my suite.
Shedding my clothes, I make a beeline for the bathroom.
My whole body tingles with need, begging for an outlet.
At least the shower head won’t reject me.
Consequences of your choices
Wade
It’s almost dusk whenI finish baling hay in the closest pasture. But the sense of satisfaction is soured by knowing that Elena is probably pissed at me.
She doesn’t know that it’s for her own good, even if it’s killing me to have to shut her down.
The dejected look on her face almost had me tearing apart inside.
I want to be the one to put a smile on those full, pink lips. And to have her touch me again.
My thigh still tingles from where she sat, squeezing me with her legs.
Fuck, if only it were my hips settled between her knees.
When I finally make it into the house, it’s quiet, but I can see the light on under her bedroom door.
There’s a piece of me that wants to push it open. Maybe I’ll find her naked on her bed, thinking of me. Her hand would beworking against the dark curls of her pussy as she moans my name.
Stop.
Maybe she’s trimmed?
God damn it. Enough.
Her fingers would rub tight little circles against her sweet clit, and—
Frustration and self loathing has me pushing roughly through my own bedroom door so hard it bounces off the wall to slam against the frame.
Ripping off my button down shirt rends the threads holding the fasteners.
Screw them.
The zipper of my jeans is bulging to the point of tearing, my stiff cock hurts, jammed against it until I lower it with a sigh of relief.
