Page 182 of Unhinged

“I’m pretty sure they were teasing.”

Simone scoffs, “They were not.”

I glance at Simone with a snort. “No, they weren’t.”

“In the kitchen, they asked me if we’ll live in a mansion. Funny thing is, Jack promised he’d build me a big house one day.”

I lick my lip. “Really?”

“Yep. It’d have to be around Dover, probably. I never asked him if he’d build it somewhere else. I don’t know how that works.”

“If he promised you, I’m sure he’d make it work anywhere. We wouldn’t need a mansion, though. That’s overkill.” She giggles with a hum, and it’s both cute and hot. “We could live in Dover if you want.”

Simone sighs as she strokes my fingers. She may as well be stroking my dick. “I don’t know yet. I need to think about it if you have no preference. I kind of… I think…”

“What?”

“I miss Richmond.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “I’m not sure. Maybe because it’s where I met you.”

“You can have me in any city, though.”

Simone nods toward the windshield but doesn’t elaborate, which is unusual.

Arriving at the hotel, we check-in. It’s more expensive than I wanted, but it’s only one night. We need time alone and an apartment without a lease ASAP. Simone is right. She created a sex fiend. I want to fuck anywhere, whenever, in different positions, and multiple times a day. I’ve been missing out and need to atone for it like I’m an innocent man released from death row.

As we walk to our room, Simone says, “You can shower first. I want to call my mom before she goes to bed. I’m tired too.” Well, fuck. I want to delve into it more, not rent an expensive hotel room with a king-size bed to actually sleep.

Unlocking the door, I push it open for Simone. She wheels her suitcase as I watch her ass. Shasta’s was underwhelming and overused. I bet Simone’s is tight and gets me off fast while I finger-fuck her to a waterfall.

“Swizzle stick? What’s wrong?”

I realize I’m standing in the hallway, daydreaming. I go inside, shut the door, and set my gym bag on the small couch. Simone checks out the king-size bed we won’t use to its full potential. We need one of those. She grins. “I feel fancy. I like it.”

“It’s a hotel room,” I mutter.

I grab my bag and head to the bathroom. My mind is a hornets’ nest of things said today, not said, and then Hadley’s damn text. I don’t know if I can be friends with her after what went down between us. I can never tell Simone, and I hope to God that Hadley doesn’t, either.

I take a quick shower, not wanting to be tempted to jerk it, and she hears me since I’m never quiet. I may act douchey, but I’m not a total douchebag.

I leave the bathroom when I'm done, and Simone’s eyes widen. I frown. “What?”

Simone grabs her things, and on her way to the bathroom, she stops to kiss me. “You’re so sexy, especially without a shirt.”

She giggles as she drags her fingernails through my chest hair and then leaves for the bathroom, much to my entire body’s disappointment.

Edgy and horny, I pick up my phone from the nightstand and flop onto the bed. Leaning against the headboard, I reread Hadley’s text and reply.

“Our date was good. Went mini-golfing and ate French toast. Married life is different.”

Hadley replies.

“Can I call you right now? Just for a few minutes.”

Before I realize it, I reply yes. My phone rings, and I clear my throat before answering, “Uh, hey.”

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