pockets. He walked the six blocks to Sara's condo complex and sat on the porch until she showed up. She opened the door and he followed her in, his ears buzzing and his vision blurry from too much booze and tension. Their words were angry, hurtful on purpose, and when he yanked her close and kissed her, the fury remained. He should have left, but his body gave him different commands. His cock hurt it was so hard, and her smell, the lusty pheromones that were so part and parcel of Sara made him dizzy. He heard her breathy commands, felt his hands ripping at her clothes. "Don't be so fucking nice," she said. Fine. He'd show her fucking nice. She dropped to her knees and sucked him down her throat making him gasp and grip her hair, the temptation to just blow pretty strong.
"Stand up goddamn it." He yanked her to her feet turned her around and pounded into her, but she was wet and ready, and that made him groan and break every rule he'd been taught. "Harder," she commanded. He came, without a single concern for her, but knew they climaxed together as they usually did, in sync on everything. Everything except the ability to go beyond that moment. The rest was a blur of angry words and rough sex more than once. By the time he woke, nearly falling onto the floor he was so far from her side of the bed, his head pounded and his mouth so dry he could spit sand.
He stumbled into the kitchen and saw his phone on the floor where it had fallen out of his jeans that still lay in a crumpled heap with her clothes. Embarrassment burned high and bright, making him wince. God, he was not that guy. He had no business doing that to her. He didn't even want her – and she sure as hell did not want him, and he knew it. He squinted his eyes at an email on the small screen and saw that a client he'd been courting had agreed to sign a listing agreement with him. So at least there was that, despite the steaming pile of shit that was his life at that moment.
He found a pan, some bacon and put on coffee, then called his brother to gloat a little over getting the listing out from under none other than Jack Gordon himself. When he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw the dark angry eyes of the woman he'd treated so badly the night before, he knew it was the end of whatever beginning they'd shared.
Chapter Twelve
Later that morning he sat in his truck, gripping the steering wheel staring at Gordon's huge, perfect house. That rat bastard. He fucked everything up. But did he, really? Or did Craig just drop into the middle of a shit storm and get buffeted like everyone else? He sighed, looked down, then put the SUV in drive and pointed it towards to Suzanne . His need to see her, talk to her, to be calm in her presence was overwhelming. She did that for him, and he tried not to read anything into it. Besides, he had to go to his brother's wedding in Louisville, and his family was expecting him to arrive the next day. They sat, sipped coffee, she listened, and he left, feeling slightly better about his extremely shitty behavior towards Sara.
The trip down to the wedding weekend was long, and painful, fraught with bouts of hangover sleepiness and boredom. Finally, she called. "Hey," he said, using the hands-free device and smiling at the memory of her from the previous morning. He had felt like such a complete loser for treating Sara so badly – when she was vulnerable and he went Cro-Magnon man on her. A total loser move. But Suzanne had bucked him up, made him laugh. The sound of her light tone on the other end of the line lifted his heart like nothing else.
"You awake?"
"Barely. Talk dirty to me. That'll keep me going."
"Hmm. Maybe. I'll have to ponder the nature of our relationship."
"Yeah, well, ponder it into some 'what are you wearing,' sort of chatter will ya?"
"Ok, how about this? Tell me about your brother. The one getting married."
He smiled at her deflection and humored her. "Rick is my closest brother. He was twelve when I
"Stand up goddamn it." He yanked her to her feet turned her around and pounded into her, but she was wet and ready, and that made him groan and break every rule he'd been taught. "Harder," she commanded. He came, without a single concern for her, but knew they climaxed together as they usually did, in sync on everything. Everything except the ability to go beyond that moment. The rest was a blur of angry words and rough sex more than once. By the time he woke, nearly falling onto the floor he was so far from her side of the bed, his head pounded and his mouth so dry he could spit sand.
He stumbled into the kitchen and saw his phone on the floor where it had fallen out of his jeans that still lay in a crumpled heap with her clothes. Embarrassment burned high and bright, making him wince. God, he was not that guy. He had no business doing that to her. He didn't even want her – and she sure as hell did not want him, and he knew it. He squinted his eyes at an email on the small screen and saw that a client he'd been courting had agreed to sign a listing agreement with him. So at least there was that, despite the steaming pile of shit that was his life at that moment.
He found a pan, some bacon and put on coffee, then called his brother to gloat a little over getting the listing out from under none other than Jack Gordon himself. When he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw the dark angry eyes of the woman he'd treated so badly the night before, he knew it was the end of whatever beginning they'd shared.
Chapter Twelve
Later that morning he sat in his truck, gripping the steering wheel staring at Gordon's huge, perfect house. That rat bastard. He fucked everything up. But did he, really? Or did Craig just drop into the middle of a shit storm and get buffeted like everyone else? He sighed, looked down, then put the SUV in drive and pointed it towards to Suzanne . His need to see her, talk to her, to be calm in her presence was overwhelming. She did that for him, and he tried not to read anything into it. Besides, he had to go to his brother's wedding in Louisville, and his family was expecting him to arrive the next day. They sat, sipped coffee, she listened, and he left, feeling slightly better about his extremely shitty behavior towards Sara.
The trip down to the wedding weekend was long, and painful, fraught with bouts of hangover sleepiness and boredom. Finally, she called. "Hey," he said, using the hands-free device and smiling at the memory of her from the previous morning. He had felt like such a complete loser for treating Sara so badly – when she was vulnerable and he went Cro-Magnon man on her. A total loser move. But Suzanne had bucked him up, made him laugh. The sound of her light tone on the other end of the line lifted his heart like nothing else.
"You awake?"
"Barely. Talk dirty to me. That'll keep me going."
"Hmm. Maybe. I'll have to ponder the nature of our relationship."
"Yeah, well, ponder it into some 'what are you wearing,' sort of chatter will ya?"
"Ok, how about this? Tell me about your brother. The one getting married."
He smiled at her deflection and humored her. "Rick is my closest brother. He was twelve when I
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