Page 30 of Second Go-Round

“Fuuuuck,” I drawled out the curse, shivering with the final release of cum from my sac.

My muscles slackened as I slid the toy from her pussy and tossed it onto the island. I sagged against Christine, fighting to catch my breath. She panted beneath me, spent as fuck. A smile curved her lips in profile from where she rested her cheek against the granite.

An ache took up residence in my chest again, and hissing, I straightened rather than burying my face in her neck and loving on her soft skin until my limp dick slid free from her tight ass. One last gift to myself…

I grasped her cheeks and slowly backed out, a shudder ripping through me as her slackened hole winked up at me like I’d wanted to see.

Cursing the load trapped inside the condom, I squeezed her flesh and popped a swat on her backside, jiggling the rounded peach calling out for my teeth. “Any complaints?” I asked, going for a light tone and not sure I’d managed it.

She huffed a laugh, sounding carefree and not nearly as fucked up inside as I was. “Not a single one.”

Another client well and truly satisfied.

So why didn’t I feel the sense of pride I usually did while heading to the bathroom to clean up?

Chapter 13

Christine

Intent on the coffeepot, I meandered past my kitchen island, memories from the night before heating my blood and twinging me between my sore thighs.

“So.” Jess’s barely-held excitement came through loud and clear over my cell as I tried to push images of Jarod with his eyes closed and head tipped back while unloading in my ass from my mind.

I failed. Miserably. I also didn’t know how to give Jessie what she had called for.

“Come on. Spill already. How’d it go?”

“How long have you been awake, wanting to call me?” I asked while reaching for the coffeepot, trying to figure out a way to fulfill her desire and protect myself. “An hour?”

“Well?” she pushed with a huff rather than answering me.

“It was fan-fucking-tastic with a capital F,” I purred the half-lie, needing to stick to my usual cold self. Jarod had more than risen above my expectations—but he’d also left a train wreck in the wake of his presence.

Jessie laughed in my ear, but I couldn’t find an ounce of jollity to join in her excitement over hearing memories I’d rather forget.

“Could the poor man even walk when you finally finished with him?”

Neither of us had been steady on our feet, but I had sent him packing regardless of how much I’d longed to beg him to spend the rest of the night. I didn’t doubt we would have ended up back in my bed, snuggling and cuddling. Probably pillow talking clear into the early morning hours where we could have fucked one last time before eight rolled around. Doing so would have ensured I fell even harder than I’d ever imagined possible.

Heaviness hovered over my chest, my mood as dim as the gray sky out my kitchen window. Pouring my second cup of coffee, I attempted to escape the sense of loss hanging over my mind. “He walked out without argument,” I stated the truth, taking care to keep the disappointment from my tone. Without a backward glance either. Eyes stinging, I cleared my throat, needing to keep to hard facts Jessie would enjoy hearing about. “He came three times—six or so for me. I lost count.”

“Oh, shit.” Jessie snickered.

“Yep. Best lay in…” My eyebrows scrunched as I considered and put the pot back. “My life, really.”

“Double shit.” Her tone suggested she knew exactly what had gone down between Jarod and me the night before. Hell, she’d experienced the same with Reid. A connection too powerful to ignore.

A shiver slid down my spine, and I lifted my mug for a sip, acting like everything was normal when it was far from it.

“Talk to me, Christine,” Jessie said, and I exhaled long and loudly.

“He’s scary,” I admitted before blowing the steam rising from the black liquid that couldn’t make everything better like I always claimed coffee could do. “I could totally fall for him.” Or maybe I already had? Was that possible after a three-ring circus of fucking ourselves silly? It was probably just my sated hormones climbing aboard the more train.

“Oh boy,” Jessie murmured.

I swallowed the hot, black brew while closing my eyes and allowing myself to relive the experience of Jarod for a moment. “He made me feel things. A stir of emotion I haven’t experienced before. His stare suggested he sensed that connection as well.” Pursing my lips, I shook my head, reminding myself of the danger of falling for a man who got paid to make women swoon. “He’s an escort and probably stares that way at every client. It’s part of fulfilling his job.”

“Bullshit,” Jessie countered, biting out the word. “Reid gave off those vibes on our first date too, and look where we ended up.”

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