Page 17 of One Weekend in Boston

Shannon sighed. "Because the first thing I saw when I came out was an empty room. All I could think was that this was all too much, and you left. That stung, and yeah, I can admit it made me sad. I didn't want you to leave which is also fucking with myhead. I don't do relationships. Davis was my first and we see where that got me. I don't know what to do with these feelings I have for you."

That was a better start. I could work with that.

"But you can admit you do have feelings for me?"

Shannon threw her hands up in the air in frustration before dropping onto her back on the bed with an equally frustrated growl. It was kind of cute. "See, I'm screwing this all up. All of those words I spewed out and you couldn't even tell that, yes, I have feelings for you? Why do I have to be so sociably inept?"

I didn't think that last question was for me, and considering she was lying back on the bed with her arm slung over her eyes, I was pretty sure she was doing her best to hide.

Too bad I refused to have any of that.

I scooted farther up the bed until I was sitting next to her. My ass was firmly planted next to her hip but even my movement didn't get her to look at me.

So I grabbed her arm to cradle it in my lap and forced her to meet my eyes.

"There is nothing sociably inept about you. I didn't want to assume that was what you meant, so my question was a clarification. You're right. A lot has happened since we met. We don't know each other well enough yet for me to feel comfortable making assumptions. That doesn't mean I don't want to though. I would just prefer you were here because it's what you want and not because it's an obligation. I can still protect you without all the other stuff. But if you want the other stuff, you need to be clear about that."

Now who sounded a little inept? Seriously?Other stuff. What the hell was wrong with me? Oh, that's right. This woman. She had my stomach in knots.

"By ‘other stuff’ do you mean the sex? Because I'm not going to lie, that was pretty damn great."

I dropped down onto the bed so that I was lying next to her. I let the laughter take over and the stress from earlier just melted away. It took a few minutes, but finally, I calmed down enough to roll my head so I was looking at Shannon. She was mirroring my position.

"Yeah, other stuff means the sex. It would be a shame to give that up considering it's rare that I find someone so willing to be as adventurous as me."

Shannon scrunched her nose up and damn was it adorable. "I find that I don't like you talking about your sex life before me. Makes me feel jealous and that's not an emotion I'm familiar with."

"Duly noted, but just to clarify, I wasn't referring just to sex. I want other things as well. I want to know what makes you smile. I want to know what makes you happy or sad. I want to learn all about your favorite foods. I want it all."

Maybe it was too soon. Maybe in a week or a month, this feeling would lose its appeal, but I didn't think so. There was something about Shannon that called to me and I would regret it if I never gave whatever this could be a chance.

"I might be bad at it."

The uncertainty in her eyes was a kick straight to the gut. I wanted to banish that look and never see it return. I also wanted to kill Davis for even putting it there in the first place. I could only assume he was the reason.

"I might be as well. No one knows how they’re going to be, but we take a chance anyway. We do it together. Figure it out together. That's all I'm asking. Give us a chance and see how it can be together. You never know, it might be something great."

I held my breath. Shannon was the first to talk about feelings, but I was the one putting myself out there. I was asking her not only to trust me but to give me something she probably sworenever to do again. Would I be enough? Would the connection we both felt be enough?

When her hand slid down to mine so that our fingers tangled together, I knew I had my answer even before she said the words.

"Together."

NINE

Shannon

"Oh God," I moaned. "Don't stop." Jack was eating me like I was his favorite meal. I was so damn close, I just needed . . .

"Yes, that!" Jack bit my clit and I was done for.

Stars danced before my eyes. My entire body shook as a life-altering orgasm consumed me. But of course, Jack wasn't done. I’d learned that quickly the first night we were together.

"You ride out your orgasm on my cock." That was the only warning I got before Jack's enormous dick slammed into me, prolonging my orgasm even longer. I hadn't even known it was possible to feel so damn good for so damn long.

Jack set a brutal pace. He fucked me like he had something to prove and maybe, after our discussion, he did. All I could do was cling to him and enjoy the ride.

And damn did I enjoy it.

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