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slid wetly out of me. The man went as though he was about to lift himself up, but then paused, and instead flopped down on the couch beside me.
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For at least a few minutes, we both lay there side by side on the couch, both of us naked and replaying the recent events in our minds. At least, I know that was what I was doing. And every time that I pictured this huge monster of a man on top of me, still filled with the rush of victory from his fight as he rammed into me, I felt a pleasurable chill run up and down the length of my spine.
Two of the big boxer's fingers stroked up and down along my back, tracing little patterns in my skin. "God," the man whispered a second time. He didn't have to say anything more. That one exclamation seemed to sum up everything.
My head was still swimming. I couldn't believe what I had just done! In just the last few hours, I had met a stranger, made out with him, let him run his hands all over me and into all sorts of forbidden places, watched him fight another stranger in a brutal boxing match, and then gave myself over to him as a victory prize!
To say the least, this was totally unlike how I normally acted.
On the other hand, despite this alarming left turn from my normal self, I didn't actually feel bad about it. Not in the slightest. In fact, I felt more relaxed and content now than I could remember feeling. I hadn't felt this good since-
-since before my ex had dumped me.
The realization hit me like a bucket of freezing water. I nearly sat upright on the couch before regaining control of myself. Rhodes had to have felt my muscles tense at this disturbing thought, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, I let myself slip back down to once again press against the naked man beside me. My thoughts were racing with this newfound knowledge. Why was I different? How had this random chance encounter, this strange decision to throw logic out the window and embrace my wild side with a total stranger, led to me letting go of all of my stress?
I probably could have pondered that question for hours. But instead, my thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing, coming from my little purse halfway across the room where I had dropped it on the floor. Someone was calling me.
I really didn't want to get up to answer that phone. I wanted to stay here, all wrapped up in big muscular arms, still feeling like I was filled with warmth from the fucking I'd just received. But that buzz kept on going, cutting into my tenuous peace of mind. I could feel Rhodes frowning behind me, wondering whether I was going to get up and answer.
With a groan, I finally moved. I half-crawled, half-slumped across the floor, stretching out my hand until I just barely managed to grab my little handbag. I reached inside and fished out the offending item, feeling for the buzzing object. I hit the screen and pulled it up to my ear. "Hello?" I rasped as I quickly crawled back to the makeshift bed and the massive muscular man waiting in it for me.
"Caroline? Oh my god, where have you been?" The voice was Alexis's, and she sounded just as excited as always. "I've been looking around for you forever! We got invited to an after-party with a couple of guys here, and they're offering us a ride there in their limo!"
I paused, not sure how to answer this. But despite her giddy, schoolgirl air, Alexis wasn't stupid - and she had seen me being carried off by Rhodes after the fight. "Or maybe you are going to have to take a rain check," Alexis went on, speaking a little more slowly as the gears spun in her brain. "Is that what it is?"
"Yeah, that's it," I replied, nodding even though she couldn't see me. Alexis was always able to get a good sense of the situation.
"Well, then maybe I'll just end up seeing you at home," Alexis concluded. "I hope you feel better, and maybe you'll come out and join us next time!"
The other guys must have been at the other end, listening to Alexis talk. She probably
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
For at least a few minutes, we both lay there side by side on the couch, both of us naked and replaying the recent events in our minds. At least, I know that was what I was doing. And every time that I pictured this huge monster of a man on top of me, still filled with the rush of victory from his fight as he rammed into me, I felt a pleasurable chill run up and down the length of my spine.
Two of the big boxer's fingers stroked up and down along my back, tracing little patterns in my skin. "God," the man whispered a second time. He didn't have to say anything more. That one exclamation seemed to sum up everything.
My head was still swimming. I couldn't believe what I had just done! In just the last few hours, I had met a stranger, made out with him, let him run his hands all over me and into all sorts of forbidden places, watched him fight another stranger in a brutal boxing match, and then gave myself over to him as a victory prize!
To say the least, this was totally unlike how I normally acted.
On the other hand, despite this alarming left turn from my normal self, I didn't actually feel bad about it. Not in the slightest. In fact, I felt more relaxed and content now than I could remember feeling. I hadn't felt this good since-
-since before my ex had dumped me.
The realization hit me like a bucket of freezing water. I nearly sat upright on the couch before regaining control of myself. Rhodes had to have felt my muscles tense at this disturbing thought, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, I let myself slip back down to once again press against the naked man beside me. My thoughts were racing with this newfound knowledge. Why was I different? How had this random chance encounter, this strange decision to throw logic out the window and embrace my wild side with a total stranger, led to me letting go of all of my stress?
I probably could have pondered that question for hours. But instead, my thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing, coming from my little purse halfway across the room where I had dropped it on the floor. Someone was calling me.
I really didn't want to get up to answer that phone. I wanted to stay here, all wrapped up in big muscular arms, still feeling like I was filled with warmth from the fucking I'd just received. But that buzz kept on going, cutting into my tenuous peace of mind. I could feel Rhodes frowning behind me, wondering whether I was going to get up and answer.
With a groan, I finally moved. I half-crawled, half-slumped across the floor, stretching out my hand until I just barely managed to grab my little handbag. I reached inside and fished out the offending item, feeling for the buzzing object. I hit the screen and pulled it up to my ear. "Hello?" I rasped as I quickly crawled back to the makeshift bed and the massive muscular man waiting in it for me.
"Caroline? Oh my god, where have you been?" The voice was Alexis's, and she sounded just as excited as always. "I've been looking around for you forever! We got invited to an after-party with a couple of guys here, and they're offering us a ride there in their limo!"
I paused, not sure how to answer this. But despite her giddy, schoolgirl air, Alexis wasn't stupid - and she had seen me being carried off by Rhodes after the fight. "Or maybe you are going to have to take a rain check," Alexis went on, speaking a little more slowly as the gears spun in her brain. "Is that what it is?"
"Yeah, that's it," I replied, nodding even though she couldn't see me. Alexis was always able to get a good sense of the situation.
"Well, then maybe I'll just end up seeing you at home," Alexis concluded. "I hope you feel better, and maybe you'll come out and join us next time!"
The other guys must have been at the other end, listening to Alexis talk. She probably
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