Page 60 of Free Agent

“Relax,” he demanded, then nipped my skin between his teeth to underline his point. His mouth went to my neck, sucking and biting, licking, kissing, driving all the thoughts out of my head.

I did relax.

I let myself melt even further into him, into the feeling, into the appreciation that the balconies had been built with privacy in mind, so I could just… be free.

Free to let go of the tension, free to let my mouth fall open and make whatever sounds my body pushed out, free to grind my hips in rhythm with his fingers, free to be further turned on by his hard dick bulging underneath me.

Whew.

The orgasm may have been a little too intoxicating. The only explanation I could think of for why, as soon as I was in control of my limbs again, I found myself straddling Tatum’s lap.

To ride his condom-less dick and tongue kiss.

Or maybe it was the wine.

Or shit… maybe it was just me, doing the reckless sort of thing I’d missed out on while I was playing forever with someone who didn’t deserve that level of devotion from me?

I was questioning everything now. I’d always believed I knew exactly when he stopped being faithful, thought the shit he’d been on in the back half of our relationship was a change.

But was it?

Or was I just dumb, and he’d never actually been faithful to me?

That was the shit that kept me up at night.

But it had no place in my thoughts right now.

Monty had no place in my thoughts right now.

Right now, Tatum and his magnificent dick were the only things that mattered to me.

And his hands.

And his mouth.

God, his mouth.

I passed out that night with Tatum’s head between my legs, giving the sleepiest, surprisingly nice, head.

And then I woke up beside him the next morning.

Vaguely, I understood that my phone had been buzzing and I’d been ignoring it. It wasn’t anymore, but I turned to reach for it now… only to be met with the strangest déjà vu.

It took a moment, just a moment, to process what was in front of me.

And then…

“Monty?!” I whisper-yelled, sitting straight up to look my ex-fiancé right in his face. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

Tatum chose that exact moment to start snoring, and Monty and I both watched as he turned over, eyes still closed, and wrapped an arm around my naked body to pull me closer before drifting back into a deeper slumber.

I… kinda wanted to laugh.

But Monty was clearly not amused when he met my gaze. “Rori… we need to fucking talk.”

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TATUM

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