Page 46 of Shamelessly Loyal

With his free hand, he teased my clit. The sweat dripping down my face and over my chest shouldn’t tantalize me so much. The feeling magnified when he pressed open-mouth kisses along my throat. Arguing had never been so pleasurable…

Or heart-wrenching.

I strained to meet his thrusts. The rub of his thighs to mine, the bump of his hips to my ass, all seemed to accelerate my climb to the precipice. The gratification was right there—the simple, almost perfect rapture.

His breath was hot against my pulse point, every grunt that came from him as he pursued our release just added to my delight. Then I was orgasming, spasming around his cock as he kept going. The relentless drive caught me on my tumble down and sent me back up again.

Ever since he forgot the condom, he’d never gone back. The cum he’d already released into me earlier slicked his way and leaked onto my thighs, but it didn’t discourage him. The flick of his fingers to my clit sent another pulse of wild pleasure rebounding through me. One orgasm crashed into the next, and when he finally let himself go, the hot jets of his cum seemed a decadence.

When he carried me down onto the bed, he kept his cock in me, his hand covering my pussy, and teased me where we were joined.

I’d died.

Or at least, I was pretty sure I’d died. The roughness of his fingers was just another tease to my already overstimulated senses. I drifted, half-floating, and then he was easing out of me. The loss was almost profound. The pressure of his fingers against my pussy roused me. He was pressing his cum back inside and when he lifted his slicked fingers to my lips, I cleaned them off.

Another groan escaped him, and then he chased the taste of himself from my lips with a kiss. “I have to go,” he whispered. “Sleep.”

It wasn’t hard to agree to that. Exhaustion weighed me down. Every single time I’d brought up the fact I had to go, we’d ended up like this. My pussy was so sore, I wanted to complain, and at the same time, I craved his touch so fucking much.

He pressed another kiss to my shoulder and then slid off the bed. I lay there, half-drifting as he showered, changed, and then came back to brood over me. My eyes were mostly closed. It kept my secret while also preventing me from seeing his full expression.

The feather-light touch of his fingers down my cheek sent a shiver through me and then, all too soon, he was gone. Regret swarmed me in his absence as I pushed myself upright. Yeah, I was sore. The sensual aches a clear roadmap to every part of my body he’d explored.

I needed to go, and I didn’t want to leave him or Em. Yes, this had started being about Em, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say the affection and attachment I’d begun to develop for Pretty Boy wasn’t also a problem.

No matter how much I wanted to stay, I couldn’t. Andrea would be home any day, and I needed to be there for my baby sister. Reluctant and aching, I made my way to where my phone was hidden. I’d kept the burner phone powered off and tucked away for just such an occasion.

Pretty Boy wanted to take me back, or so he indicated. But that was just asking for more trouble. I could walk out the doors and leave on my own two feet, but Ezra’s temper would only complicate things if I disappeared on everyone. So… I entered his number from memory.

He answered on the first ring. “Lainey?” The question in his voice tugged at me. Then again, he still answered even if he hadn’t recognized the number.

“Yeah,” I said. “You ready to come get me?”

“Thank fuck,” he said with an exhale. “I’ll be there in less than an hour.”

He didn’t wait for me to change my mind, just hung up. I showered, then pulled out my mostly packed bag from under the bed. I’d been putting it back together all week.

I did a quick, sketchy shower. Just enough to wash the smell of sex off and to get into clean clothes. I was going to be feeling Pretty Boy for days. The real problem with no condoms was that I’d be leaking for hours.

The thought made me clench up. Once I was ready, I went in search of Em. It didn’t take me long to find her. This had been the plan all week, and she was the only one I’d told. I tried with Pretty Boy. I really did… Regret raked through me again.

“I really don’t want you to go, no matter how much I know you have to,” Emersyn said before wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her so damn tight. My best friend. The first sister I ever had.

“Same,” I answered, blinking back the tears. This time with her had been everything. As damaged and hurting as she was, she was also fighting her way back.

“Thank you for helping them find me.”

“Anytime,” I said, sniffling despite myself. “However, I think never having to hunt for you again is a good plan.”

“Deal.”

I made a point of wiping away the tears before checking my watch. If Ezra was on time, he would be here in a minute. “Time to go.”

“You’re taking a car?” Emersyn asked as we stood, and I grabbed my bag.

“Something like that.” Inviting Ezra could be a problem, but it was also the fastest way to cut this cord.

We walked out to the front. Vaughn glanced up from where he was working on a laptop in the living room, swept his gaze from Em to me, and then back again. “I thought you weren’t leaving until tomorrow.”

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