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on. When she pulled away again he crashed his mouth onto hers. A tangle of tongues, a bite, a lick. The bourbon on her tongue tasted sweet and the breath from her nose, sweeter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her leg around him. He grabbed her bare thigh and pulled her in to him—not caring if she felt how turned on he was. He wanted her to know, to feel it. She was making sounds in the back of her throat, almost a humming sound, and he wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and throw her down on that hard futon.
So he did.
Chapter Sixteen
The sun was spotlight bright, and when he gained consciousness he became acutely aware of that fact. For a split second he panicked that Ruby was home alone and then he remembered. He pushed the sadness away and decided to look on the bright side. At least now he could have sex sleepovers. He’d rather have Ruby, but he was trying to be optimistic.
He raised his head and found himself alone, sheets in a strange pretzel shape at the foot of the bed. He’d had a lot of Jack the night before, but not enough to erase the greatness that was sex with Rory Monroe. Holy shit, he’d come twice, which was not such an easy feat now that he was in his mid-thirties. She blew him like a hurricane wind and swallowed the evidence, which was about the hottest thing a girl could do for a guy, in his opinion. He usually liked to be in control, but she’d straddled him and rode him within an inch of his life…well eight inches, give or take.
“Shit, work!” He scrambled out of bed. He fumbled around for his boxers, almost falling over with one leg in and one out. Phone? Where was his phone? It had been in his cargo shorts the night before and that’s where he found it. It was nine o’clock, not too bad. He saw he had a missed call from Trey and he felt a twinge of something, kind of felt like guilt. He’d deal with that later.
He called the project engineer on site and let him know he was running late but would be there within the hour. He’d never been late nor missed a day, so it wasn’t a huge deal, but it irked him that he might come off as unprofessional. He dressed quickly then paused at the closed door. Rory was out there. He knew how girls could get after sex. He just hoped she wasn’t going to get all clingy and weird. That had happened to him a time or two. Go to bed with cool and laid back, wake up with needy and possessive.
He prayed that wasn’t going to be the case. He thought she was a cool chick and a fucking smokin’ lay, but he didn’t want anything serious. He didn’t have time to worry about it, he needed to get his ass to work.
He walked out into the living room to find Rory sitting cross legged on her linen bean bag chair, a mug of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. When she heard him come in, she smiled.
“Hey. I didn’t know if you had to be somewhere or not, but decided to let you sleep. I figured you needed to replenish your fluids.”
Good teasing, he could deal with this.
He laughed and said, “Yeah, it was some night.” He waited for her to get up, but she didn’t. “I have to get into work, so…”
“Yeah, right on. I sent you that link to the song I want you to sing, check it out.” She went back to reading her worn paperback.
Okaaaay.
“Well, I’ll see you later then?”
“Sounds good. Let me know when we can practice again,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
“How about Friday night?”
“Cool. See ya then, Ian.”
“Yeah…see ya then.” He grabbed his guitar and opened the door.
“Thanks for the fun evening?” One, it sounded like a question, and two, it sounded really fucking stupid.
She look up and smiled again. “No, thank you .” Wink.
He shut the door and stood there for a minute.
What the hell just happened?
He didn’t want her to be clingy, but shit! A kiss goodbye would have been nice or a thanks for the multiple orgasms, you stud.
So this is
So he did.
Chapter Sixteen
The sun was spotlight bright, and when he gained consciousness he became acutely aware of that fact. For a split second he panicked that Ruby was home alone and then he remembered. He pushed the sadness away and decided to look on the bright side. At least now he could have sex sleepovers. He’d rather have Ruby, but he was trying to be optimistic.
He raised his head and found himself alone, sheets in a strange pretzel shape at the foot of the bed. He’d had a lot of Jack the night before, but not enough to erase the greatness that was sex with Rory Monroe. Holy shit, he’d come twice, which was not such an easy feat now that he was in his mid-thirties. She blew him like a hurricane wind and swallowed the evidence, which was about the hottest thing a girl could do for a guy, in his opinion. He usually liked to be in control, but she’d straddled him and rode him within an inch of his life…well eight inches, give or take.
“Shit, work!” He scrambled out of bed. He fumbled around for his boxers, almost falling over with one leg in and one out. Phone? Where was his phone? It had been in his cargo shorts the night before and that’s where he found it. It was nine o’clock, not too bad. He saw he had a missed call from Trey and he felt a twinge of something, kind of felt like guilt. He’d deal with that later.
He called the project engineer on site and let him know he was running late but would be there within the hour. He’d never been late nor missed a day, so it wasn’t a huge deal, but it irked him that he might come off as unprofessional. He dressed quickly then paused at the closed door. Rory was out there. He knew how girls could get after sex. He just hoped she wasn’t going to get all clingy and weird. That had happened to him a time or two. Go to bed with cool and laid back, wake up with needy and possessive.
He prayed that wasn’t going to be the case. He thought she was a cool chick and a fucking smokin’ lay, but he didn’t want anything serious. He didn’t have time to worry about it, he needed to get his ass to work.
He walked out into the living room to find Rory sitting cross legged on her linen bean bag chair, a mug of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. When she heard him come in, she smiled.
“Hey. I didn’t know if you had to be somewhere or not, but decided to let you sleep. I figured you needed to replenish your fluids.”
Good teasing, he could deal with this.
He laughed and said, “Yeah, it was some night.” He waited for her to get up, but she didn’t. “I have to get into work, so…”
“Yeah, right on. I sent you that link to the song I want you to sing, check it out.” She went back to reading her worn paperback.
Okaaaay.
“Well, I’ll see you later then?”
“Sounds good. Let me know when we can practice again,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee.
“How about Friday night?”
“Cool. See ya then, Ian.”
“Yeah…see ya then.” He grabbed his guitar and opened the door.
“Thanks for the fun evening?” One, it sounded like a question, and two, it sounded really fucking stupid.
She look up and smiled again. “No, thank you .” Wink.
He shut the door and stood there for a minute.
What the hell just happened?
He didn’t want her to be clingy, but shit! A kiss goodbye would have been nice or a thanks for the multiple orgasms, you stud.
So this is
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