Page 37 of Misadventures in Blue
“Jace,” she whispers, and I feel her start to come again. “I’m yours.”
Those are the words that push me over the edge. The fist of pleasure that was clenching at the base of my spine finally unclenches, and my orgasm tears through me like a tornado. A hot wave of come spills out of my cock and then another and another, until I’m nothing but jerking, throbbing spurts of ecstasy. Slick and scorching jolts of unraveled man.
I empty my balls inside her and then manage to arrange us so I can collapse on my side, spooning her, with her tucked to my chest and my cock still buried inside her. I want the intimacy of it for another moment longer, just while we come down and catch our breaths. Then I’ll untie her and we can clean up.
I stroke along her bare arm, reveling in the silky softness of her skin. A cloud of blond hair is in front of me, giving off some kind of expensive floral scent. Her ass is plump and pressed against my hips, and even as I’m softening, I can feel her body give rhythmic aftershocks.
I think I’m the one in heaven now.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Very okay.” She sighs in contentment. “I feel very claimed.”
“Good. You’re mine now. Not his.”
She stretches a little, and I slip out of her, wincing at the cool air of the room. This is my cue to untie her, but I have to mourn it a little because elegant Catherine Day looks so fucking good trussed up with her own shredded blouse.
“I was never his, you know,” she says as I roll her to her back and start unknotting her shirt. “I agreed to dinner to tell him that nothing was going to happen between us.”
I pause my work and search her face. She’s telling the truth. “Really?” I ask anyway, needing to hear it.
“Really. I don’t want him, Jace, and I think now maybe I never did, even three years ago. He was just there and he made sense, and…I was too lonely not to try.”
I wonder if I make sense to her. If I’ll ever make sense with my age and my background and my job. I wonder if I’m something she’s trying out of loneliness and nothing else.
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
A naughty, kitten-like smile. “I wanted to see what you’d do.”
“Dirty girl. And how did he take it?” I ask, finally unlooping the silk and throwing it on the floor. I grab her hands and start massaging them.
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She makes a noise of pleasure at my efforts. “Outwardly, fine. But inwardly…I think he was angry and jealous. Bitter, even. It makes me nervous.”
Her words cut through me like a knife, and I swallow, forcing myself to focus on doing the best possible job anyone can do massaging a hand.
“And,” I say, trying not to sound suddenly suffused with panic and self-loathing, “is that any different than how I acted tonight?”
“Oh, Jace, of course it is.” She sits up, presses her hand against my jaw.
I meet her gaze, miserable. “How?”
“Because I asked.”
“Oh.”
“And you asked me back. It’s that simple, Officer. Now let’s take a shower.”
Chapter Eleven
Cat
I wake up in a cloud of happiness so thick that even breathing feels like an act of joy, and in my drowsy state, I can’t quite remember why—until I stretch, of course, and my well-abused internal muscles fuss and shout at me.
Oh yes.
Jace.
