Page 23 of Vengeful Secret

So, it’s also not unusual that when I start to pump my fist, it’s Sutton that I’m thinking about. The hitching gasps she‘d made as I slid into her, how velvety hot she was.

My fist moves faster and faster, my chest heaving as I get close.

Sutton.

I don‘t realize that I’ve said her name out loud until I spill onto the shower wall and the sound echoes off the tile.

I smirk a little, wondering what Sutton would think if she knew that most of the times that I touched myself, I thought of her.

I’ve made my decision now. I go after what I want, and what I want is Sutton McIntyre.

7

SUTTON

Gray isout of my life, so why can’t he just stay out of my head too?

There’s no reason to think about him. I’m going to stay away from him. For good.

On the way home from a shopping trip, I get a call, and I answer it with my Bluetooth. “Hi, Sarah.”

“Sutton. We’vegotto meet up.”

“Do we?”

“I know you went home with that guy who paid our tab. I saw you sneak toward the back with him. You’ve got to tell me all about it.”

“I didn’t go home with him.”

“Something happened.” She huffs. “And it’s your job as my friend to entertain me with your crazy love life.”

I chuckle. “I’m tired today. Can we do this another time?”

“Come on,” she whines. “It’s been a couple weeks already, and you keep avoiding me. I’ll pay for dinner. You can take some home for Ciara. We can meet at Joe’s diner.”

My stomach growls… Joe’s has some of the best chicken wings this side of the country.

I groan. “All right, all right. I’ll see you in fifteen?”

“With bells on,” she chirps and hangs up.

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but smile.

Sarah can be a pain in the butt, but she also is one of those people it’s impossible to be angry with. Everything just rolls off her back. Somehow, she ends up always getting what she wants.

And I’m happy enough to talk to her. I’m not going to go into my past with Gray, but it’ll be easy enough to tell her about the sex in the nightclub.

My stomach tightens just thinking about it, how rough and hot it was, but with an edge of sweetness.

Gray’s words have given me a lot to think about, but I know I’ve made the right decision.

I’m staying away from Gray Burke. For good.

I call my mother to let her know I’ll pick up dinner and that I’ll be running a few errands.

“Pick up that ice cream that I like, would you?”

“Butter pecan?”

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