Page 13 of Dash

“You’re worrying about it too much.” I go to speak, but she raises her hand. “You had unprotected sex with Rodger.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But nothing. It’s not like he ever went and got checked.”

I fall back onto my back and cover my face with my hands. I can’t believe I let myself do that. What I allowed happen. I’m a total idiot.

“It’s happened. Just try to forget about it. Relax,” she says softly, and I take a few deep breaths.

I close my eyes as I turn over onto my stomach to let my back get some sun as I continue to remember that night. We lie basking in the sun in silence for a few minutes until I hear Jackie speak.

“I, uh, am going to go get something to eat. Want anything?” she asks sounding flustered.

“Sure. Bring me some ice cream.” Aunt Flow is about to visit and my main craving is ice cream. Mint chocolate chip is to die for.

She doesn’t respond, but I hear her get up and her feet slap against the hot concrete as she walks away.

I let out a long sigh as those gray eyes come to mind once again. I wish I could forget what happened that night at his party. It’s all I see now. I liked it better when my memory was still hazy and hungover.

We crash through his bedroom door. He shoves my back against the door slamming it shut in the process. His lips are on mine as his tongue shoves its way into my mouth. I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt, and he goes to pull his mouth away to lift my shirt. But I grab a hold of him and pull him into me. His hands rise and rip my shirt off as I moan into his mouth. My bra disappears and his hand lands on my breast roughly. He takes my nipple between two fingers and pinches it so hard that I pull away and scream out.

I’m panting and pushing my hips into him, needing more. I drop to my knees and start to undo his belt. “Shit,” he hisses placing his hands behind his head as I free his rather large dick. I lick my lips and take his hard dick into my mouth.

He then slams a fist against the door as the other hand finds its way into my hair. I pull him to the back of my throat and his nails dig into my scalp. I pull away as I lick up his long hard shaft. I come to the top and swirl my tongue around the head.

“God, Tabatha,” he growls as his other hand finds its way into my hair as well. He grips it tightly and pushes his hips forward. I suck taking him to the back once again. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I wanna fuck you so hard...” I moan around his cock in my mouth and relax my mouth giving him permission to do whatever in the hell he wants to me.

For once, in a long time, I want him to fuck me so hard I can’t stand afterwards.

“You’re going to burn.” A familiar man’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

My eyes spring open, and I fumble to get off the lounge chair and up onto my feet. My feet get tangled in my chair, and I about fall into the pool when two strong arms grab me around the waist and I’m pulled into a hard body.

I let out a breath as my heart pounds against his chest. I watch the frown on his face from behind my sunglasses. I tighten my legs as the memory of what we did still lingers in my mind.

He reaches up and pushes my glasses to the top of my head. I blink a few times from the harsh sunlight. “You should be more careful,” he warns.

“Of you?” Why do I sound so breathless?

He shakes his head. “I finally realized what you were so upset about. And I promise you that I had no idea who you were that night of my party.”

“You’re lying,” I say, starting to get myself under control.

“I promise. I’m not.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to pull out of his arms, but he doesn’t let me go.

“I just wanted to talk to you. To make sure you understood that I didn’t take you to bed with the wrong intentions.”

I let out a rough laugh, hoping it hides my discomfort of wanting a repeat of that night. “Yeah. Because just getting your dick wet is a much better excuse.”

He gives me a slow and sexy smile. “Darling, you wanted it just as badly.” He then runs the back of his knuckles down the side of my cheek. “If I remember correctly, you instigated it.”

“Me?” I gape up at him.

He nods. “The way your eyes raked over me. The way you bent over the pool table and pushed your ass out. I paid attention.” I huff. “You knew what you were doing,” he says, giving me a devious smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I play stupid. I just wanted one night to forget about Rodger. I just happened to have slept with a guy who my father signed. Why is karma coming after me?

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