Page 152 of Unleashed

“It was a joke, Beau.” I pat his cheek. “Sometimes, you’re cute.”

“Fuck you. Isn’t that what you said earlier?” I giggle at his frown but return to my seat. When I sit, Beau says, “Don’t look, but he saw you. Uh, oh. He looks mad.”

“Maybe Trashy is bothering him.”

“His date’s name is Trashy?”

“Pretty much.”

“He was glaring over here. I pretended to look out the window.”

I grab a French fry and offer it to Beau, who leans forward and bites it out of my hand. I laugh. “Thanks.” I blow a kiss at him, and he grins, but he widens his brown eyes, warning of my impending demise. That’s fair.

We finish dinner fast, though I don’t want to leave Greg with Trashy. But then I don’t want to watch them, either. When we go to the door, Beau puts his arm around me and kisses the side of my head. Nice touch.

Outside, I hug Beau in the parking lot when we stop at my car. “Thanks for your help.”

Beau pulls away from me with a laugh. “That was the most fucked-up thing. Get your shit together. That guy may be on a date with another woman, but he’s in love with you.”

Chills run down my arms. “Greg said he doesn’t love me. He thought he did once but was mistaken.”

“He’s a liar.” He nods toward Wendy’s. “He wanted to fucking murder me, Sims. Maybe he’s trying to make you jealous. Have you ever thought of that? You annulled the marriage. I think he didn’t want that and inflicts pain on you to ease his.”

I bend my head back and stomp my foot. Many stars punch the sky and I send a wish to every single one. “Come on, Beau.” I raise my head to roll my eyes at him. “You don’t know everything. Greg is telling the truth. He only wants sex from me.”

“If you want to hang on to denial, then so be it. But if he’s territorial over all the women he fucks, get out of this shit. End this farce tomorrow.”

I nod and kiss Beau’s cheek and get into my car, and he walks to Jack’s car. As I leave, I think about what Beau said and agree. This must end.

“ARE YOU AWAKE?”

His scent and sexy whisper arouse me, but I don’t open my eyes.

Beau is correct, but I need to end this my way. It’ll be a finale to snag or drag Greg.

He glides his hand over my bare hip. I wore only a shirt and underwear on purpose this time. Unfortunately, I fell asleep and didn’t plan to face his side of the bed. “Simone?” he whispers again, but with more insistence. I don’t want to be available to him all the time, as Beau claimed.

Greg shakes me a little, but then sighs. When I think he’s giving up, his fingertips brush my skin, sweeping hair from my cheek. His thumb edges over my bottom lip and I resist the urge to suck on it. Greg says, “Damn it. I need you.”

I crack my eyes open and see his dark eyes sliding up and down my body. He moves his hand from my face and rests it on my arm. Since all this would’ve stirred me in my sleep, I moan and shift to my back.

Greg doesn’t move but draws heavier, faster breaths. My T-shirt no longer covers me past my naval ring, but I don’t adjust it. When Greg remains next to me, I squint again to see him palming his groin through the towel around his waist. He shifts to remove it and kneels beside me. I watch him take his dick in his hand and stroke it as he eye-fucks me. He whispers, “I hate this.” I don’t know if he hates being with me or wants me awake to serve him.

Regardless, my pussy tightens painfully. He spits into his hand and fondles the tip as if chalking a cue. It may be a dumb idea, but I open my legs, shifting in my sleep. Greg groans and whispers, “Wake up, baby. Take me.” Baby? He must be fantasizing about Trashy.

But I don’t awaken, so he thrusts his hips as he fucks his hand. He moves his other hand to his balls and tugs as his strokes become frantic. His moaning makes me shift again, and I see him staring at my body. “I want you so fucking bad.” His strained whisper draws a moan from me that is real.

Greg releases his balls to scrunch the towel in front of him. He thrusts hard into it, and his small growls harden my nipples. He moans, “I’m gonna give it all to you.” He bangs the towel and then stops. I swear I hear his thick cum squirting. “Fuck. Feel it?” In my soul.

Greg then slumps with a relieved sigh. Keeping the towel against him, he gets out of bed and staggers into the bathroom.

When he closes the door, I tear my underwear crotch to the side with one hand and shove two fingers into my wet cunt. I fuck my fingers fast and come hard in seconds. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, but it doesn’t work. As does nothing else in my life.

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