Page 44 of Stone Vows

“Yes. Oh, Kyle. Oh, God!”

I watch her face as she comes. I’ve always watched her. It gets me hot. But as her head whips around on the pillow and she bites down on her lip to suppress her screams, I realize I’m barely more than lukewarm.

She reaches down to grab me, surprised I’m not rock hard. “Everything okay, Kyle?”

“Yeah, just tired and overworked, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll just have to wake you up,” she says with a sultry smile.

She sits up and pushes me down on the bed. She takes my near-flaccid dick into her hands and works it up and down. When that doesn’t produce results, she climbs her way down my body and takes me into her mouth.

Nothing.

I stare down at her. There’s nothing more erotic than watching a woman suck you off. I watch her long brunette ponytail bob back and forth as she tries everything she can think of to ‘wake me up.’

Nothing.

For the life of me, all I can see when I look down at her is blonde hair with dark roots. Blonde hair that is almost too short to be held back in a ponytail. Blonde hair that would curtain the sides of her face and tickle my thighs if she did this to me.

If it were Elizabeth and not Gina.

And damn it if I don’t want that with everything inside me. With everything that I am.

Fuck.

Gina stops her futile efforts and looks up at me in question.

“Sorry,” I say.

“Don’t be sorry. It happens,” she says. “Like you said, you’re tired and overworked.” She reaches over to grab her scrubs. “Although with youronepatient, it seems like you’d have time to catch up on your sleep.”

Her curt words annoy me, but I hide it with a careless shrug. “Red has been letting me help out on other cases.”

“Right. I heard you got an assist the other day.”

“It’s more than just that, Gina,” I tell her. “And I’ve been spending my spare time down in the ER.”

“Oh, well that explains it.” She finishes dressing and heads for the door. “Page me after you’ve had a rest. We’ll finish what we started.”

I nod, watching her walk through the door.

Then I send a text to Cameron.

Me: Meet me at Happy’s after shift.

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“So, let me get this straight,” Cameron says, slamming his second shot glass down on the table. “You have a hot chick desperate to screw you anytime, anywhere, and you’re telling me you don’t want to anymore?”

He looks at me like I’m ten cards shy of a full deck.

I toss back my own second shot. “I do and I don’t, man. I mean, it’s always been great with her. No strings. No commitments. I know it’s crazy. It’s every guy’s dream. But today, I couldn’t . . . when I was with her I couldn’t—”

“Dude, you couldn’t seal the deal?”

I shake my head in shame.

He motions for the waitress to bring us more shots. “That really blows.” He laughs. “Or I guess maybe it didn’t. Next round’s on me,” he says, grabbing my shoulder supportively.

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