Page 3 of Kane's Awakening
Naughty little fucker.
With each thrust, I got closer to the goddamn amazing feeling I needed. Craved. My orgasm began creeping in, and I gritted my teeth to keep from blasting off too early. When he started shuddering around me, moaning incoherently, I picked up my pace and banged him so fast that the stall shook.
“Ah, fuck!” I exclaimed before biting his shoulder blade and coming so hard my body went limp.
After pulling out, I removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. I wanted to get the hell out of there so I could shower and go to bed. Orgasms always made me tired, and it was one of my only days off work that week, so I wanted to be as lazy as possible.
He faced me with a sated grin.
“Damn. You weren’t lying.”
“Nope.” I pulled up my gym shorts and unlocked the door to leave.
“That’s it?” he asked, reaching out and touching my arm. “You’re just gonna screw me and go?”
Ugh. This is the part I hate.
Turning back, I met his stare. “I don’t do more.”
His face fell. “Oh.”
I hated hurting his feelings, but what did he really expect? That we’d go out afterward and bring feelings and shit into it? Not my style.
“See ya around,” I said, walking out of the stall and heading toward my locker.
I doubted I’d see him again.
Having satisfied my urge, I went ahead and showered before heading home. I walked outside toward my truck and shivered before jogging the rest of the way.
Weather in the state of Arkansas was unpredictable, and January was no different. It could be in the upper twenties one day and close to sixty degrees the next.
Unfortunately, it was cold that day. As in freezing-my-nuts-off cold. I couldn’t wait to get home, lounge around in sweats, and put some show on Netflix that I’d probably not watch and end up falling asleep to. That’s how I usually spent my days off work. Screwing and sleeping.
Molly, a three-year-old German Shepherd I’d rescued from a shelter two years ago, attacked me right when I came through the door.
“Hey, sweet girl.” I knelt and let her greet me with doggy kisses. “Yeah, I missed you, too.”
After putting food in her bowl and giving her fresh water, I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote control. I put on Game of Thrones and laid back to relax. Even though I loved the show, it couldn’t completely hold my attention. Not even Jon Snow’s sexiness could keep me focused for long.
My thoughts were still on the guy from the gym. The disappointment in his eyes. Yeah, he’d come on to me first and shouldn’t have expected more, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying. From hoping. He’d been a means to an end, and when he realized it, I knew how he must have felt.
That had been me once—used for sex.
I used to believe in love and happy endings, but Devon had torn me out of that fairytale way of thinking and thrown me into the real world.
