determined.
Going boneless beneath him, she wallowed in every sensation until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
She came, her body jerking against the restraints as she contracted around him.
Through the blood pounding in her ears, she heard him groan out her name. Felt his cock swell and jerk inside her.
He rode her through it, pushing her higher until she literally couldn’t process the feelings coursing through her.
When he finally stopped, he collapsed over her, surrounding her with his scent, his warmth.
Leaving her sated.
But knowing something…someone…was missing.
***
“I’m not going.”
Keegan barely recognized his own voice as he stared into the heights of the cathedral ceiling in his living room.
The room wasn’t spinning. At least, not yet, though he’d polished off almost an entire bottle of tequila since he’d gotten home.
Yes, he was drunk. No, he didn’t feel any better.
After he’d left the mixer—after he’d banged Jules up against a wall—he’d driven home with the single-minded purpose of getting falling-down drunk.
And forgetting what a prick he’d been.
Christ, he needed to apologize. He should’ve done it right away, should’ve made her listen. Instead, he’d let her go.
Had she gone to Erik’s? Was she there right now?
You could be there too if you weren’t such a dick .
But he didn’t think she’d want to see him again.
Why the hell would she? He’d upset her. He’d used her.
And now she probably thought he was a prick.
You are a prick .
He took another swallow, trying to drown out that voice in his head.
You should go over and see if she’s there. Apologize .
He snorted. “Yeah. Go spy. That’s real mature.”
But was it spying if Erik had told him to show up?
Even though he was mostly drunk—as opposed to being completely drunk and a sloppy mess sitting here unable to think at all—he knew why Erik wanted him there.
They worked well together. They always had. Together, they could handle Jules.
But do you want to handle her together ?
That was the half-million-dollar question, now, wasn’t it?
They both wanted her. They’d both had her.
Now what?
He and Erik worked together. They owned a business together.
Throw a woman into the mix—No, throw Jules into the mix and things would get messy.
Not just messy. They’d get downright fucked up.
Things are already fucked up .
Alright, he seriously needed to drink more to drown out that asshole voice in his head.
But he didn’t want any more to drink.
He wanted to see Jules. He wanted to watch her while Erik fucked her then he wanted to join them and make her scream.
Shit .
He got up, catching the arm of couch before he fell back onto the cushions. Hell, maybe he should sleep this off. He wasn’t a mean drunk but he was a sappy one. If he went over there, he didn’t know what’d come out of his mouth.
Spying his phone on the sofa table, he grabbed it to text Erik. Ask what was going on.
And what if he doesn’t get back to you ?
He needed to grow some fucking balls and go to Erik’s. The gravel lane that connected his house to Erik’s was mostly level and it wasn’t like he’d be stumbling along. The one-mile walk in thirty-degree weather would clear his head.
Grabbing his coat, he headed to the front door. He’d been smart enough to change out of his dress shoes and slacks when he’d gotten home, pulling on a pair of jeans instead. At the door, he pushed his feet into a pair of battered black Chucks then headed out.
The moon was no more than a sliver of silver in the sky, when he could actually get a glimpse of it through the clouds. There were no streetlights along the stretch but he wasn’t worried about wild animals or traffic. Occasionally, the nearest farmer’s cows got out of their grazing land and wandered onto Keegan’s property. But he didn’t think the small wooded area that straddled his and Erik’s land held anything more than deer, raccoons and
Going boneless beneath him, she wallowed in every sensation until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
She came, her body jerking against the restraints as she contracted around him.
Through the blood pounding in her ears, she heard him groan out her name. Felt his cock swell and jerk inside her.
He rode her through it, pushing her higher until she literally couldn’t process the feelings coursing through her.
When he finally stopped, he collapsed over her, surrounding her with his scent, his warmth.
Leaving her sated.
But knowing something…someone…was missing.
***
“I’m not going.”
Keegan barely recognized his own voice as he stared into the heights of the cathedral ceiling in his living room.
The room wasn’t spinning. At least, not yet, though he’d polished off almost an entire bottle of tequila since he’d gotten home.
Yes, he was drunk. No, he didn’t feel any better.
After he’d left the mixer—after he’d banged Jules up against a wall—he’d driven home with the single-minded purpose of getting falling-down drunk.
And forgetting what a prick he’d been.
Christ, he needed to apologize. He should’ve done it right away, should’ve made her listen. Instead, he’d let her go.
Had she gone to Erik’s? Was she there right now?
You could be there too if you weren’t such a dick .
But he didn’t think she’d want to see him again.
Why the hell would she? He’d upset her. He’d used her.
And now she probably thought he was a prick.
You are a prick .
He took another swallow, trying to drown out that voice in his head.
You should go over and see if she’s there. Apologize .
He snorted. “Yeah. Go spy. That’s real mature.”
But was it spying if Erik had told him to show up?
Even though he was mostly drunk—as opposed to being completely drunk and a sloppy mess sitting here unable to think at all—he knew why Erik wanted him there.
They worked well together. They always had. Together, they could handle Jules.
But do you want to handle her together ?
That was the half-million-dollar question, now, wasn’t it?
They both wanted her. They’d both had her.
Now what?
He and Erik worked together. They owned a business together.
Throw a woman into the mix—No, throw Jules into the mix and things would get messy.
Not just messy. They’d get downright fucked up.
Things are already fucked up .
Alright, he seriously needed to drink more to drown out that asshole voice in his head.
But he didn’t want any more to drink.
He wanted to see Jules. He wanted to watch her while Erik fucked her then he wanted to join them and make her scream.
Shit .
He got up, catching the arm of couch before he fell back onto the cushions. Hell, maybe he should sleep this off. He wasn’t a mean drunk but he was a sappy one. If he went over there, he didn’t know what’d come out of his mouth.
Spying his phone on the sofa table, he grabbed it to text Erik. Ask what was going on.
And what if he doesn’t get back to you ?
He needed to grow some fucking balls and go to Erik’s. The gravel lane that connected his house to Erik’s was mostly level and it wasn’t like he’d be stumbling along. The one-mile walk in thirty-degree weather would clear his head.
Grabbing his coat, he headed to the front door. He’d been smart enough to change out of his dress shoes and slacks when he’d gotten home, pulling on a pair of jeans instead. At the door, he pushed his feet into a pair of battered black Chucks then headed out.
The moon was no more than a sliver of silver in the sky, when he could actually get a glimpse of it through the clouds. There were no streetlights along the stretch but he wasn’t worried about wild animals or traffic. Occasionally, the nearest farmer’s cows got out of their grazing land and wandered onto Keegan’s property. But he didn’t think the small wooded area that straddled his and Erik’s land held anything more than deer, raccoons and
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