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and waved her hand at him.
“What do you say, beautiful?” She smiled at me.
Oh. My. God.
Back with my two feet on the ground, I somehow managed to shake my head.
“No? Too bad. Maybe another time, then.” She raised her shoulder in a casual shrug. Then still naked and still on the bed, Cherry went back to checking the messages on her cell.
This was just so many shades of wrong.
And the wrong was mostly directed at me. Because who was I kidding? I was no better than she was.
I wasn’t.
Had I lost my mind?
How had I gotten so caught up at seeing Reno again that I had let myself go wildly orgasmic, not fifteen feet away from her? Not fifteen lousy feet away from the woman who Reno surely would have been nine inches deep in had I not come stumbling into the room.
And even though we had been in the shadows, and I knew that Reno had been careful to shield my body from view with his own, the fact remained that we were all in that same room. No getting around that. And even if she couldn’t quite see, she sure as hell could hear.
Yep, while I was getting off with Reno’s hand down my pants, Cherry was on his bed watching.
The whole time.
That reality hit me like a bucket of cold, dirty wash water.
Slut,
I hissed to myself.
Reno watched me carefully, and when I put my hands against his chest to push him from me, he was ready.
He countered with a push of his own, trapping me back in again.
His face moved to the side of mine. “It’s just me and you, Babe,” he said into my hair. “I want you. You want me. I think we just proved that. You know it, I know it. No more waiting, no more doubts. We are in this. But this time, you’re going to stay, Claire. If I have to handcuff, blindfold, and tie you to my bed, baby, this time you’re going to stay.”
Wow.
Despite the way I had just beaten myself up about being weak when it came to this man, I flushed again with a deep yearning. My insides were still dewy and pulsing from his touch. I had missed him so very much. Being handcuffed, blindfolded, and tied to Reno’s bed wasn’t the worst thing I could think of.
Oh, boy.
Slut
, I hissed again to myself. But this time with a little less conviction.
Just then Cherry’s phone began to vibrate, and as she moved to get it her perfect breasts swayed provocatively against the rumpled sheets. She caught my eye and winked.
And that did it.
Reno followed my gaze and then he looked back at me. Waiting.
I stared into his eyes, fighting my way back from the haze of love that, maybe, was blinding me.
Reno saw that shift. Reno recognized that shift. And because sooner or later we always seemed to find ourselves at this messed-up familiar place, Reno shifted right along with it.
Then he said this. And he shouldn’t have.
Because despite it all, despite everything we had been through together, there was still a part of me that remained optimistic. I had somehow managed to maintain this ridiculous, tiny shred of hope that Reno and I might still have a fighting chance at something good. Maybe it was insane, but there it was.
What Reno said next ruined everything.
“Or, you can take Cherry here up on her offer. She’s right. Her and me, we’ve taken a ride on the three-way freeway before. And it’s always a good time. Yeah, baby, Cherry and I can sure as shit show you a real good time.”
I felt Reno’s whole body tense. He leaned in, his eyes glittered, and his mouth was drawn into a hard line.
“Then when you’ve had enough play, Claire, you can do what you always do. You can run away and hide. You can leave
again
. Sneak out in the middle of the night
again
. No worries. She’ll keep your place warm for you. Cherry and me, we’ll just wait, keeping each other occupied and ready until the next time you feel the need to play your own little fucked-up version of Now You See Me, Now You Don’t.” He roared that last part.
I felt the blood drain from my face and my legs give way under me.
Months.
I had
“What do you say, beautiful?” She smiled at me.
Oh. My. God.
Back with my two feet on the ground, I somehow managed to shake my head.
“No? Too bad. Maybe another time, then.” She raised her shoulder in a casual shrug. Then still naked and still on the bed, Cherry went back to checking the messages on her cell.
This was just so many shades of wrong.
And the wrong was mostly directed at me. Because who was I kidding? I was no better than she was.
I wasn’t.
Had I lost my mind?
How had I gotten so caught up at seeing Reno again that I had let myself go wildly orgasmic, not fifteen feet away from her? Not fifteen lousy feet away from the woman who Reno surely would have been nine inches deep in had I not come stumbling into the room.
And even though we had been in the shadows, and I knew that Reno had been careful to shield my body from view with his own, the fact remained that we were all in that same room. No getting around that. And even if she couldn’t quite see, she sure as hell could hear.
Yep, while I was getting off with Reno’s hand down my pants, Cherry was on his bed watching.
The whole time.
That reality hit me like a bucket of cold, dirty wash water.
Slut,
I hissed to myself.
Reno watched me carefully, and when I put my hands against his chest to push him from me, he was ready.
He countered with a push of his own, trapping me back in again.
His face moved to the side of mine. “It’s just me and you, Babe,” he said into my hair. “I want you. You want me. I think we just proved that. You know it, I know it. No more waiting, no more doubts. We are in this. But this time, you’re going to stay, Claire. If I have to handcuff, blindfold, and tie you to my bed, baby, this time you’re going to stay.”
Wow.
Despite the way I had just beaten myself up about being weak when it came to this man, I flushed again with a deep yearning. My insides were still dewy and pulsing from his touch. I had missed him so very much. Being handcuffed, blindfolded, and tied to Reno’s bed wasn’t the worst thing I could think of.
Oh, boy.
Slut
, I hissed again to myself. But this time with a little less conviction.
Just then Cherry’s phone began to vibrate, and as she moved to get it her perfect breasts swayed provocatively against the rumpled sheets. She caught my eye and winked.
And that did it.
Reno followed my gaze and then he looked back at me. Waiting.
I stared into his eyes, fighting my way back from the haze of love that, maybe, was blinding me.
Reno saw that shift. Reno recognized that shift. And because sooner or later we always seemed to find ourselves at this messed-up familiar place, Reno shifted right along with it.
Then he said this. And he shouldn’t have.
Because despite it all, despite everything we had been through together, there was still a part of me that remained optimistic. I had somehow managed to maintain this ridiculous, tiny shred of hope that Reno and I might still have a fighting chance at something good. Maybe it was insane, but there it was.
What Reno said next ruined everything.
“Or, you can take Cherry here up on her offer. She’s right. Her and me, we’ve taken a ride on the three-way freeway before. And it’s always a good time. Yeah, baby, Cherry and I can sure as shit show you a real good time.”
I felt Reno’s whole body tense. He leaned in, his eyes glittered, and his mouth was drawn into a hard line.
“Then when you’ve had enough play, Claire, you can do what you always do. You can run away and hide. You can leave
again
. Sneak out in the middle of the night
again
. No worries. She’ll keep your place warm for you. Cherry and me, we’ll just wait, keeping each other occupied and ready until the next time you feel the need to play your own little fucked-up version of Now You See Me, Now You Don’t.” He roared that last part.
I felt the blood drain from my face and my legs give way under me.
Months.
I had
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