Page 3 of One Weekend in Boston

I thought about the question. I didn’t exactly have a plan when I packed a suitcase and left my apartment behind, other than to get away from my crazy ex. We had some communication issues. One mainly being that he didn't understand the ex part in our relationship.

"I'll stay for the weekend. After that, I'm not so sure what my plan is."

I was fortunate that my father's unexpected death left me with a nice insurance policy. I would've much preferred my father to be alive and sitting with me, but the next best thing was having a way for him to help me, even from the grave. I couldjump around from city to city for a few weeks before I would even need to think about finding a job.

"Maybeyou'rethe one in trouble and I need to stay away."

Jack winked to let me know he was kidding, but if he only knew the truth.

Iwasin trouble. I was stupid enough to date someone I should’ve stayed far, far away from. But I didn’t. And I sure as hell haven't found a way out of it that didn't put me on the run.

"Maybe you're right," I whispered right before I took another sip of beer. I needed to slow down. The last thing I wanted was to be drunk with my ex out looking for me. Besides, I wasn't a fan of hangovers and my friends—if one could call the guys from the shop that—liked to joke that I was a lightweight. They weren't wrong. Less than a handful of beers and I would need Jack here to escort me to my room.

It was clear I’d already had one too many when Jack asked, "What do you say we get out of here and find someplace quieter?"

My answer should've been no. I should've told him that I was going to go back to my room. Alone. And sleep off the buzz that I had.

But of course that wasn’t what I did.

"I say, lead the way."

I dropped some cash on the bar, but Jack was having none of it. He scooped the bills up and stuffed them back into the front pocket of my jeans before pulling out enough of his own to cover both of our tabs, plus leave the bartender a nice fat tip. Then he grabbed my hand and maneuvered us through the crowd, effectively sidestepping several drunk patrons, before walking across the lobby to the bank of elevators.

I forced myself to shut my brain off and just enjoy the moment. It was only one night. What could possibly go wrong?

TWO

Jack

I barely had the door of my hotel room open before Shannon was on me. She shimmied up my body until her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms looped around my neck.

"This can only be one night," she whispered before her lips smashed against mine.

"One night," I echoed when we paused long enough to take a breath. Then I crushed her back against the door and took over the kiss.

This was nothing like the one-night stands I had in the past. There was no hesitancy, no playing coy or over-dramatization to get my attention.

This was crude. This was fingers yanking my hair to get me to do what she wanted. It was a battle of tongues to see who could be in charge.

It was so fucking alluring that I was hard enough to pound concrete.

I ripped my lips off hers to say, "Keep it up and our first round is going to be me fucking you against the door."

"First round, huh?" Shannon challenged. "Does that mean there's going to be more than one?"

Fuck the door. I needed this woman spread out before me so I could soak in every inch of her body.

I spun us both around and tossed her desirable ass on the bed. One bounce and her legs fell open. I was on her in a heartbeat.

"There will definitely be more than one. I need you naked though and I'm not sure I can be gentle about it."

My need to see her was growing by the second. It was a living, breathing monster that demanded to be fed.

"I don't want gentle. I want rough."

"My fucking pleasure."

I grabbed the top of her jeans and yanked them down her body, grateful that she wasn't like most women her age who wore them so damn tight they might as well be painted on.

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