Page 84 of Unforgettable

I nodded because one word was difficult when he was doing that thing with his tongue against my neck.

“And then what?”

My body suddenly tensed under his speculation, and I found myself again questioning if he was upset. But he continued to lick and suck at my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting.

I gasped, and he chuckled.

“Tell me.”

Since he was asking, I threw caution to the wind—if he did get angry, then maybe that would dissuade him from asking in the future.

“I got myself off with my vibrator while I sucked his cock.”

Reed reared back, and I immediately missed the pressure of his lips against my neck. I waited to see any sign of resentment in his eyes. But they were too busy carefully eyeing the quick rise and fall of my chest, displaying nothing but a needy intensity. Then they ran the length of my neck.

“He needed you to get off, too?” he guessed, and I nodded. “Always so giving, our Sunshine.”

And I shook at the revere in his voice. Like he was more than okay, more like he was happy Josh also thought of me in the moment.

He shifted our position, wrapping an arm around my lower back, supporting most of my weight with it, to wrap his right hand loosely around my throat.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I was so close to asking him to stay and begging him to put me out of my misery.

“Where did he come?”

Another question I wasn’t expecting, but it seemed to be a part of his game. His dark, twisted, and dangerous game that I enjoyed participating in. Especially when I didn’t answer right away, and his grip tightened around my throat. With a smile that made his eyes flare, I reveled in the way his fingers dug into my skin and restricted my airway.

“Answer me. Tell me where he came.”

“In my mouth.”

My answer was slightly muffled, but with it, his hand disappeared from around my neck to tug at my bottom lip. He dipped his thumb inside my mouth and pressed it against my tongue, pushing it deeper and running the pad of it back and forth. Like he didn’t believe me completely.

“Did you swallow?” His voice was a low, barely restrained whisper.

I nodded, and his finger triggered my gag reflex. As I swallowed, he removed it and rested his hand around my neck once again.

“Does that bother you?” I asked for some unknown reason. Mostly because each of his reactions surprised me more than the last. I wasn’t used to a man expressing desire or need when hearing about the woman he wants being touched by—or touching—another man. Even if that man was his best friend.

“Quite the opposite actually,” was all he said before his lips covered mine and his tongue was immediately urging them apart. Like nothing I’d ever experienced before, he explored my mouth, tasting me and likely some of Josh.

And then his phone vibrated from his jeans pocket and our minute was up.

TWENTY-FIVE

Amanda

It wasthe Spice Girls blaring in the background that made it impossible to hear the knocking on my apartment door.

And it was also possible that my aggressive singing to “Spice Up Your Life” had something to do with my inability to hear, or focus on, anything besides the lyrics and rapid beat.

After spending the afternoon the day before organizing Hazel’s guest bedroom, which was packed to the brim with my stuff, I was motivated to tame the chaos of my own place. And organizing or cleaning of any kind meant the volume of the music was supposed to be at an uncomfortable decibel to anyone inside the apartment and only slightly annoying to any of my neighbors.

The kitchen was only partially done, and I’d taken a lengthy break to refill my margarita and scroll through the music app on my phone, picking out the perfect songs that fit my mood. It wasn’t until “Buttons” by The Pussycat Dolls filled the space that I’d finally gone back to sorting the Tupperware cabinet—pairing lids to their respective containers.

The song was nearly half over when I heard a sound behind me and assumed it was my tall tower of Tupperware containers precariously stacked on the island about to go cascading to the floor.

Much to my surprise, it wasn’t the containers, and instead, I turned around to find someone standing on the opposite side of the island.

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