Текст книги "Let Me Go"
Автор книги: Michelle Lynn
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ROB’S COCKY MASK exhausts me. I’m not even sure why I’m sitting beside him while he drives over to the tattoo shop. Maybe I’ll walk home, or hitch a ride from someone. Sitting there while the fake persona he’s mastered so well brings laughter to other people, I’ll know I’m right. That my assumption there’s something hidden, he shares with no one lingers so far down, I’m not sure he can retrieve it.
I felt his desire for me all over my body at Ace’s. It was there, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The fact that when I asked him to kiss me, his lips smashed down so hard on mine, my head almost smacked against the wall. Then Rob showed that he’s not all about himself. His hands cupped my cheeks, making sure my head stayed in place. Which is probably a reason I’m in the car with him. That, and my body refuses to leave the close proximity of his.
He’s so relaxed in his seat as he leans back with his hand resting on the gear shift, moving it back and forth while his foot presses the clutch. There’s something oddly sexy about a man who drives a stick shift. Rob drives it with such finesse, my core tingles with every movement. Only making me question how good he would maneuver me in bed. There’s another reason I’m here.
As my mind races with the million unimportant tidbits that float around my brain every day, we park along the curb. Everyone knows Zen’s in Western. The first tattoo place along a row of a few newer shops. They’re the go to place and if you can’t get in, you try down the street. Smart move on the second best parlor’s part on joining Zen’s location.
“It’s busy,” I say, noticing the chairs that line the window packed as well as some people hanging around outside.
“Don’t worry.” He climbs out of the car, moving around to my side. I open my door before he gets a chance and I notice his shoulders slump that I didn’t allow him to do a gentlemanly act. Happiness spurs inside of me that he wanted to.
He recovers quickly, by shutting the door. I barely hear the beep of his lock before we’re in the parlor and I’m following him to the back of the building. Huffs and moans release from the other half-drunk patrons waiting.
“That’s Rob Winters,” a girl says to another and my head whips around. Is he really that well-known around here? Then I notice it’s more than some fan girl; she works here and is explaining it to someone else. “He has a standing appointment,” she continues and the other girl shakes her head.
“Of course he does,” the young girl crosses her arms and plops down in the chair.
“Paige!”
I flip back around and find Rob yelling from the back. When I notice him, he waves me over and I zigzag through the stations trying not to accidentally bump anyone, or anything. Just the embarrassment if I messed up something permanent on someone’s skin heats my face.
When I reach Rob, I notice a few private stations lined along one side of the hallway. Is this where the no one knows tattoos get done, or the discrete piercings happen?
“I lost you.” Rob’s arm weaves across my waist and I’m alarmed by the intimate squeeze.
“Oh.” I feel every one of my limbs stiffen. Not because I don’t like his intimacy but the fact he shifts moods faster than his car on that drag strip.
He removes himself and guilt racks me because I can’t stop wanting to make his face look like a boy on Christmas morning. So, when his eyes turn down, I inch forward fast and snatch his hand up. He glances back, a smirk across his face. “Jed’s waiting.”
He tugs me down the hallway as black curtains forbid me to see what the buzzing devices are marking on skin. Once we’re fourth down, Rob steps back to allow me to enter first. A long black vinyl bed sits along a wall with only a doctor-type stool and a small rolling tray next it. There’s no extra chair, and I bite the inside of my cheek wondering if I should have stayed out front.
Before I have any time to second guess my decision, a big burly guy plods through the curtained-off room. He’s probably six-three, broad shoulders, goatee and piercings popping out in numerous places. If I was in a dark alley, I’d most likely turn and bolt. Then a wide grin splashes across his face and that intimidating, scary as hell figure, turns teddy bear with only the shining of his teeth.
“Jed!” Rob welcomes him into the room with a boisterous chuckle.
“What’s up, asshole?” Jed shakes his head, making his way over to the station. “You decide now to cover up your dumb ass idea?” Although his words aren’t friendly, his demeanor is. “Don’t be shy, buttercup; take a seat next to asshole.” He points to the spot next to Rob and I step over. Once I’m seated down, he rolls over on the doctor chair. “I’m Jed.” He holds his hand out to me and I see something tattooed on each knuckle, but I can’t catch it all before he pulls away.
“Paige,” I meekly say, sounding way too mousy between these two guys with larger than life personalities.
“Pleasure.” He winks his brown eye and scratches his goatee before rolling back over to the cart, assembling his station. “What the hell are you going to cover it with?” He turns, crossing his leg over his ankle, resting back against the wall.
I turn toward Rob and his eyes flicker to mine before back to Jed’s. “I have no fucking clue. I just think it’s time that it’s gone.” My eyes scan Rob’s arms and I spot the lips next to the guitar.
“Drunken night of stupidity?” I ask, easing back against the wall.
Jed starts laughing and points to Rob. “Not this one. He was sober. Fucking idiot.” He turns to me. “Are you virgin?
“Excuse me?” I know guys like him can be forward, but this is a whole new level for me.
The crinkles around his eyes lift. “Shit, sorry. I mean your skin.”
“Are you asking me if I have a tattoo?” I clarify and Rob chuckles next to me.
Jed nods. “Yep.”
“Maybe I’ll entice you after tonight.”
Rob swings his arm around my shoulders, urging me into him. “You hitting on my girl, here?”
“Is she yours?” Jed’s eyebrow cocks up and Rob turns his eyes my way.
“Yeah,” he says and my heart hammers against my chest.
“Shit, then. Sorry.”
“That’s alright. Any suggestions on the cover up?” Rob releases me and I cross my legs on the bed, trying to dissect why I didn’t argue his claim.
Jed and Rob talk logistics of designs while my mind races with Rob’s meaning. It will be the first question once we get out of here, that’s for sure. To correct him in front of Jed felt wrong. Maybe because I like the idea of being his girl? Or my lack of interest in Jed. I mean, he’s not bad looking, just more bulky than what I prefer. I glance over at Rob and my teeth automatically bite down on my lip from how attractive he is. Those glass eyes, lean muscles mixed with the unruly black hair. From the moment I stepped out of my car and Rob’s eyes pinned me with lust, I was addicted. Completely, obsessed with the flutter in my stomach from his smoldering eyes on my body. During the past weeks, I’ve dressed for him, pranced in front of him, all on purpose. All to bring those eyes that entice the feelings of a sexual want inside of me. Why? When I have no chance of winning his heart—only his cock.
Before I have a chance to focus on what’s happening, Jed’s gone and it’s only Rob and I in the small room. Not about to lose my chance to confront him, I shift my body to face him. “Why did you tell him I was your girl?”
His shoulders shrug as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. “I didn’t want him to hit on you.”
“Oh.” I face the curtain, hoping for Jed to re-enter and free the tension.
“You aren’t going to ask me why?”
“Why?” I still don’t turn to face him. There’s something I can’t see in this moment on his face that I can hear in his voice.
“Look at me.” My head slowly twists and his eyelids are hooded with anxiety. “I’m not going to deny I like you, Paige. I do.” My heart soars out of my chest that he’s actually admitting the feelings we’ve both been denying. “But . . .”
“But?”
His lips turn down at the corners.
“Yeah . . . but I’m not the one for you. I have a past that I haven’t made peace with and it’s not fair to put you in the middle of it.” His back straightens and he shifts his jaw back and forth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on.”
When I sit there silent for a second, his hand crosses that invisible line between us and he links his fingers with mine. “That doesn’t mean I want to see you with someone else though.” His voice is such a low whisper, I wonder what he really expects from me.
“What do you want me to do then?”
“I don’t know.”
“You can’t have it both ways, Rob.”
“I know.”
“I can’t keep going on like this.” I should really say my heart can’t take it anymore. Admit that he keeps hammering away at it and if he doesn’t at least try to make this work between us, it’s bound to break regardless.
“I know.”
I disengage my hands out of his and a huge huff releases out of his mouth. Just as I’m about to ask him more questions, Jed steps through the curtained off area with a transparency of the tattoo.
Rob
“A dove, man?” Jed asks me for the fifth time.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not sure. You aren’t the dove kind of guy.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Figure you’re the kind of guy that likes his past.”
I tilt my head and stare at the guy who has painted most of my body.
“Just do it.”
Paige excuses herself and as soon as she escapes through the curtain, I don’t have to wait three seconds before Jed hammers me with a question about her.
“Who is she?” His head nods to where she just left.
“Roommate.”
“What happened to Dex and Chrissy?” He mounts the transparency over Jessa’s lips and a feeling of loss hits me square in the gut.
I remember the day Jessa pressed her lips on the black ink pad and then on my arm. I was trying to save a relationship that neither of us wanted. I grasped for any hope that I could live life normally again. My heart wasn’t invested, and she saw through it. Grant gives her everything I couldn’t.
Paige is different though, she’s fighting for me and it feels like the first time I rode on the tallest roller coaster, The Magnum, at Cedar Point when I was ten. How I sat down in the seat staring up at the big hill thinking how on Earth will I gain enough balls for my friends not to laugh at me? Will I grip the bar, or raise my hands? Then after that gut-checking first hill, it was smooth sailing. The faster the car went, the more I laughed and screamed. I was hooked, but for some reason, that first hill still scares me shitless. Paige scares me shitless. Damn, she’s the first girl to make me want to gamble for a different life.
Jed waves his hand in front of my face and I blink, stopping my rambling of thoughts.
“Them too, but we brought Paige in to save money.” I watch him place the inks down and get the gun ready to cover up a mistake I should have never gotten.
“You really tapping it?”
“No.”
“So, she’s fair game?” He places his black gloves on, snapping them at the wrist.
“No.”
He arches an eyebrow to me. “Then I suggest you claim her quick. Girls like that don’t last on the open market.” The gun buzzes and I straighten my arm as he brings the silver vibration to me.
“She isn’t some cow ready to be taken to the highest bidder.” A devilish smirk crosses his lips.
“Like I said, don’t take too long.” I’m not a moron. I understand what he thinks he sees, and his advice, but I don’t need his damn opinion on how fucked up I am.
“Quit being my therapist and give me the damn tattoo.”
He chuckles loudly and then a mask of concentration encompasses his face. He focuses on my arm, precise as always on my permanent ink.
Jed is seconds from being done by the time Paige returns and gently props herself up on the bench. “Where have you been?” I ask her and try not to pry at the folded piece of paper she’s hiding in her hand.
“Just looking,” she sing-songs while concentrating on Jed’s movements across my arm. “A dove. How very hopeful of you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Just that maybe you’ll make peace faster than you think.” Jed pauses a moment, going back for more ink, and then slyly widens his eyes in my direction.
“Doesn’t mean things would change.” I have to squeeze her out of my senses, why won’t she just allow me to keep her at arm’s length? Rage begins to brew that she won’t accept that my tainted past haunts me too much to focus on my present.
“All done man.” Jed takes a cloth and wipes down the dove that now sits on the edge of the guitar on my arm. “It’s a damn good cover job if you ask me.” He wraps up my arm in the gauze and then I jump down.
“That’s why I only allow you to scar my precious skin.” I chuckle and slap his back. When I spin around, Paige is perched where I sat and she hands Jed a piece of paper.
“The girl outside said you should be able to squeeze me in.”
“She did, did she?” He peruses the piece of paper and then peers back up to her. “Where you want it?”
She scoots off the bench and begins unbuttoning her pants.
“Whoa!” I step in front of her, my hand stopping hers. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting a tattoo. Excuse me.” She sidesteps me and starts to slide the zipper down.
“Paige,” I warn, earning me a glare like no other.
“I’m fairly sure you don’t rule my decisions.”
“If you want this done, I’ll get Violet, but the hell if you’re going to drop your pants in front of Jed.” I block any view of her to Jed who’s humorously laughing behind me.
“You said Jed is the best.” She peers over my shoulder. “I’m sure you’ve had a lot of girls get it in discrete places?” she asks, and I don’t turn around to see the smile I know is splashed across Jed’s face.
“Not a girl Rob wants, but yeah.” I flip around and he’s crossing his arms over his chest enjoying the show we’re giving him.
“Shut the fuck up,” I yell at him and then focus back on Paige. “Don’t do this. I’ll pay for your tattoo if you allow Violet to do it.”
“Why can’t Jed do it?” She purposely leaves her pants open and sticks her hands in her back pockets. I reach down to button them back up.
“Just don’t.” I wish I could scream that I want her to be mine. I wish she could be my one and only, but I’ve come too close before and it all came crashing down in front of me. I’m not ready to post a vacant sign on top of my heart in this moment, but the thought of her with someone else feels like acid going down my throat.
She seethes through her teeth. “I’m growing tired of this, Rob.” She reaches down and zips up her pants. Thank God. “Thanks, Jed.” She tosses over her shoulder and disappears through the curtain.
“Come back without asshole and I’ll do it for you,” Jed calls out and I turn around shooting him a death glare along with the finger.
“Fuck off, Jed.”
By the time I pay for my tattoo and get back to my car outside, Paige is nowhere to be found. As my eyes scan the surroundings, I find her resting along the brick wall, her head in her hands.
I slowly approach, careful not to alarm her. When I lean over her, blocking the streetlight from shining down on her angelic face, I watch her shoulders deflate. “Paige,” I sigh, but a she only stands up and passes me.
The streets are crawling with a few college students loitering in the streets probably hoping to get a tat tonight. None of them seem overly concerned about us.
“You’re an asshole.” She shoves me in the chest with both of her hands and I fly backward until I can catch my footing.
“I know.” Why even fight her on it?
“Why?” Her voice raises.
“Let’s just go home.” I’m surprised how even my voice sounds. She has no idea how much I want to dig my heart out, throw it in her hands and beg her to accept it. But, it’s too scary, too terrifying to trust another person.
“No.” She steadily trudges down the street, away from me and my heart clenches watching her go.
“Paige.” I jog a few steps and lightly grasp her elbow.
She flips around and throws her arm out of my grip. “Don’t touch me.”
Anger pours from her eyes and I back step from her, unsure of how to handle this.
“Listen, alright?”
She crosses her arms across her chest, her eyes fixed on mine. Why is she even listening to me? Why does she give a shit about an asshole like me that will grab her heart and crush it without thinking of the consequences?
“Well?” She impatiently shifts her feet and my story catches in my throat, afraid that she’ll trample me on her way out the door.
“There was . . .” I clear my throat and I see her stance loosen slightly, noticing how tense I’ve instantly become. I scan the streets and she does the same. “An accident.” I finish the words that I’ve learned from therapy to say without a tremble in my voice.
“Okay.”
I take a deep breath and divert my gaze away from her eyes that reveal all her built up feelings that I’ve selfishly focused on the last few months. The same passion I have for her that’s making me tell her my worst moment. “My girlfriend—”
I turn away from her, unable to see her icy eyes after I tell her. “Shit,” I mumble and her hands land on my shoulders and her body presses against my back. God, her warmth is like a blanket over my heart. A necessity that I’ve gone without for too long.
“It’s okay; you don’t have to tell me anymore.” My eyes close relishing her arms moving down to wrap around my waist.
My hands instinctively cover hers and she squeezes my body into her smaller frame. I imagine her cheek on my back, listening to my rapid heartbeat. She may misconstrue that the fast pace is from fear of my secret, but it’s her that makes my pulse quicken.
Turning around in her arms, my hands cradle her cheeks. “You’re so damn gorgeous. You’re caring, your heart is so big, you’re amazing, but you’re also everything I shouldn’t take.”
“Take me,” she demands, and without thinking twice this time, my lips crash to hers, my tongue diving into her mouth. Unable to restrain myself from taking what I’ve wanted for the past few months. She releases a moan into my mouth and I back step us to the brick wall, pressing her against it. “Take me home,” she whispers as my lips cascade down her neck. When I don’t move she grabs my face with her hands, turning it up to her. “I’m not asking, Rob, I’m telling you. If you want me, take me home.” The smoldering lust pouring out of her eyes is enough to convince me to take this step with her.
I pause, staring at her because if we do this, I can’t ditch her after one night. She’ll never be enough to fulfill my needs only once, I have to be committed to trying . . . trying to make whatever this is work. I glance up at the star filled sky, wishing for a sign. Maybe another shooting star so I could make a wish that would hopefully come true like that night when I was fourteen. But none of the bright lights zing across the sky, instead I have to search inside of myself for something that I’ve never been good at—trust.
WE BARELY BREAK apart from one another to climb out of the car. I swear Rob almost rear ended about ten cars on our way home. I tried to persuade some tongue diving, but he kept telling me we had to wait. My desire increases with every second that goes on where he doesn’t fight this mutual attraction. Every inch he releases to me grows my want a foot more for him.
Being eager to have his hands or lips on me again, I rush to the other side of the car where he slams my back across the hot hood, while his hands pin mine to the sides of my head. I arch my back off the hot hood from the engine and he takes the opportunity to dip down, nipping at my breasts through my shirt and bra.
My breath leaks out in labored pants as he releases his hold. Needing to touch him, to have him closer, I weave my fingers through his black spiky hair until they land on the base of his neck and I tug him toward me. His lips dip down and I mold my mouth to his with a frantic need that’s new for me. “Get me upstairs.”
He tears away from me and for a moment I contemplate the fear whirling in his eyes, but as quickly as his apprehension appears, it vanishes. His hands slowly move down the sides of my ribs causing my back to arch from the rush of shivers following his touch. When he grips my ass, pushes up and I jump into his waiting arms without ever breaking our kiss. It’s sloppy, wet, and uncontrolled, but it matches what we’ve been feeling these past months. How much we’ve denied our bodies their desire comes out in a raw and frantic nature.
Magically, Rob’s able to place his key in the lock and pushes us through the serenity of a vacant house, free of any witnesses. He whisks us through the kitchen, past the family room, up the stairs and when we break at the landing, I slide down his body. “Whose room?” he asks through labored breaths.
“Pick one,” I answer, trying to catch my own breath from our marathon lip lock through the house. My hand dips down to rub him through his jeans and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Mine’s closer.” He grabs my hand and pulls me through the entryway of his room, shutting the door behind us. My heart races with the expectation of him going crazy and ripping my clothes off, but he doesn’t. “Undress for me.” He casually sits on the bed, watching me as my eyes drift around his room. In the past months, I’ve only caught glimpses of his private, serene place other than the night I tucked Matty into Rob’s bed. He’s neat and I notice the mess of guitar pics scattered around every surface. “Paige.”
I snap back to him and a seductive smile forms on from his swollen lips. He’s leaned back on his hands and my heart stammers that I’m here with him. “Yeah.” I bite my bottom lip, taking in all of him waiting there for me.
“Strip, baby.” His tone isn’t demanding, but soothingly persuading if that’s possible. Seductive and sexual stirred together.
My hands reach for the hem of my shirt, but I figure I might as well make this fun. I step closer to take up the space between his legs and he quickly straightens his back, his hands slide up the back of my thighs and he steadies himself.
Painstakingly slow, I inch the shirt up, displaying my bare stomach. Rob leans forward and peppers small kisses along my waist. I tug the shirt off and drop it to the floor, watching his burning eyes worshipping my body. Not waiting for me, his fingers skim up my back and he flicks the clasp of my bra. “I thought I was supposed to undress myself?” I tease and he continues to kiss my skin, rising quickly to my breasts.
“You’re taking too long,” he murmurs.
My fingers play with the longer strands of hair in the back of his head as he rises to his feet. Our chests are flush against one another and he cups the back of my head, tilting it up. I lose myself in his hunger filled eyes
He speeds our pace again, crashing his lips to mine and thoroughly kissing me as though he’s on a deserted island and I contain his last drop of water.
Suddenly, he’s like a damn yellow light, yielding again, cherishing and enjoying our kiss. His lips stay on mine, his tongue seeking mine out to begin a dance we’ve started to find. As his one hand weaves through my curly strands of hair, his other roams down my body. Wanting to be skin against skin, I reach for the edge of his T-shirt and lift it off of him. He groans when he has to break our kiss in order to shed it completely, but he quickly captures my mouth again, not missing a beat of where we were.
His bare chest warms not only my body, but also my heart. In this moment, I’m done. Rob is the one for me and even though he has the ability to break my heart, I don’t care. Because this is worth ten heartbreaks from the unwavering love flowing through my veins being sheltered in his arms.
Slowly, he breaks our kiss, my lips beg for more, but his lips trail down my jaw, making his way to my ear. “Unzip my pants,” he whispers. An electric jolt shocks my body while my fingers don’t waste time reaching for his button. I unsnap his jeans, and he sucks in a deep breath and I lean forward, wanting nothing more than to feel another love-induced kiss that he’s been giving me all night. My fingers find his zipper and I slowly drag it down. His thick cock springs free and a shiver runs through my body at the thought of him moving inside of me. I push his pants down, and they fall to his ankles. He toes out of his shoes and jeans, while my hand palms his erection. His body jerks but he relaxes to my touch faster than I expected.
The more I allow my hand to move along his dick, the more noises escape his mouth. With each enjoyable pleasure sound, my own wetness increases and I can’t wait until he sheds the leather pants from my body. “Turn around.”
I twist around and he guides me down to his lap. His hands skim up my thighs and he reaches around, popping open my button. Once they’re open, he hooks his thumbs on the sides, leaving only the flimsy thin layers of our underwear between us.
I step out of my pants and his large hands knead and mold by breasts. My head falls to his shoulder and his lips manipulate my neck as his hands work my body. I grind along his hardness, wiggling from the release my body is begging for.
Rob eases us down and glides my body to join his on the bed. As soon as we’re both lying down, he positions us so I’m on my back and he’s on his side. His pointer finger glides down my naked body in a slow and graceful manner leaving a path of quivers eagerly following its path. He peppers kisses to my shoulder as my hands fight for a chance to pleasure him the same way. “You’re so perfect, Paige,” he whispers and I melt from his words, my body falling into an abyss on his mattress.
He moves on top of me, kissing me hard and deep before gradually moving down my body until his face is right above my center. He brings my satin panties down my legs as he continues casting small kisses to my skin. After my underwear joins our other clothes on the floor, his palms press against my thighs, opening me for him.
With one swipe of his tongue, every nerve ending in my body surges with awareness of his proximity. He eases my legs further apart and pushes them up, so my knees are practically by my ears, opening me fully for him. Once he positions me exactly how he wants me, his tongue dives into the wetness he created between my legs. I clench and fight the restraint of his arms holding down my legs. My fingers fist his sheets with every swipe of his tongue. When he engulfs my clit into his mouth, as his tongue incessantly twirls it, my whole body begins to rise to the pleasure that’s demands to be released.
Rob must have other plans because he draws back and I open my eyes to find him removing his boxers, positioning himself between my legs. Just as I’m about to stop him before he doesn’t use something, he reaches over into the drawer of his nightstand and grabs a condom.
He places the condom in front of my mouth and my teeth clamp down on the foil packet. With the use of my teeth, he rips it open and pulls out the condom. “Good girl,” he says, placing it over the top of his dick. My fingers reach to help and he doesn’t turn me away. Instead he leans back and gives me all of him. “So damn hot,” he murmurs, watching as I slide the condom down his length. My thighs squeeze together to push back the sparks of my burning orgasm.
After the protection is in place, he flips us over so I’m straddling him. “I have to see you on top.” His hands mold along my hips as he guides me down on him. I gasp when he’s fully encased inside of me and I can barely move. I’ve never felt this full and I never want to forget this incredibly erotic moment between us. “Fuck . . . you feel so good.”
His words do nothing but spur my own arousal higher. A low growl rumbles from my chest. “So do you.” I moan, my eyes dropping to his heaving chest and then his blazing eyes.
Since I’ve failed to start our motion of bodies from selfishly wanting to prolong it as long as possible, Rob rolls his hips and when I suck in a breath, he picks up the pace. Quickly, I join in, needing to feel more of him. His hands reach up and take my aching breasts and when his thumbs roll along my nipples, I arch my back, my hands landing on his thighs.
Once we find our groove, I can’t help the feeling of explosions quickly forming inside of me. I clench to keep me from falling off the edge. When Rob’s hands squeeze my ass, at the same time as he thrusts deep inside of me, I quickly become weak and burst out as I cry, “Rob.”
He rides me out, his thumb massaging my clit as the waves of ecstasy slowly turn to ripples. Once my body stops twitching, he flips me over, and pins my hands on top of my head. He hammers inside of me and I feel my ecstacy building again, but try to match his speed for Rob to find his own release. A few minutes later, his sweat-slicked body holds still inside of me as his body collapses on top of me.
As he rests, I unclasp my ankles, allowing my legs to fall to the side and my hands reach across his shoulders. He nuzzles his face into my neck as my fingers lazily flow up and down his back. His breathing goes from labored to slow and steady. He doesn’t rush to get off me or even withdraw from me. Instead he stays in place allowing me to show him how great making love can be.
He picks up his head and peers down at me. “Man, you’re an animal.” I smack his back, smiling up at him and he gives me a quick peck before pulling out of me. He pushes from the bed, and walks out of the room. “Stay put.”
I HOLD MYSELF up, gripping the counter in front of the mirror and take a long breath after stepping out of my room to go to the bathroom. I toss the condom in the trash can and gain the courage I need for this next step. Do not do a dick move.
When I step out in the hallway, I’m surprised to find Chrissy trudging up the stairs with Dex right behind her. I dodge back into the bathroom and shut the door, grabbing my towel to wrap around myself. Knowing she heard me, I try to listen for footsteps that go into their room, but instead it’s luggage that hits the hardwood floor. Two seconds later a knock hits the bathroom door.
I open it a sliver and peer out to a very tired Chrissy. She has dark circles under her eyes and her hair is in a sloppy pony tail. “Damn girl, what the hell happened to you?” I attempt to lighten the mood because from the scour on her face, she’s pissed about something and I don’t want to add more fuel to her anger.
