Page 15 of Out to Find Freedom

I ground my teeth together. She wasn’t really talking about what I thought she was. She couldn’t be.

Taking a chance, I sneakily peeked out the window. My eyes widened when I spotted Ryan reaching out, grabbing the woman’s arm and hauling her into him. Their mouths collided. She moaned, and then again when Ryan picked her up to plant her bottom on the outdoor table.

She ate his face while his hand slid under her skirt.

I wanted to yell at him that he didn’t know where she’d been or cause some loud noise to scare them into stopping.

He deserved better. Someone who dressed nice. Who would go to dinner before having dessert…. Then again, he wasn’t complaining.

Then it clicked.

This was what a one-night stand would be like.

Maybe I was simply hoping it would be because I really didn’t like her for him. She kissed weird, nearly licked his face off. Her nails were like claws as she ran them up and down his back.

My breath caught when I saw Ryan tug her panties from her body. “You wet, sugar?” he demanded in a coarse, totally turned-on tone.

“God, yes,” she panted.

I had to look away, but then she grabbed his tee and said, “No need to prep, baby. I’m ready.”

What did that mean?

Prep what?

If my heart didn’t stop beating so hard that it rang in my ears, I was about to carve it out of my body with a blunt pencil.

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah. I was wet when I first saw you. Wetter now feeling you.”

I didn’t need to hear that. I screwed my nose up and clenched my teeth. I also felt like banging my head against the bricks.

Ryan’s hand disappeared between them. Was he touching her?

The woman smiled. “Told you.”

Ryan growled low, causing my heart to beat harder. He grabbed something out of his wallet from his back pocket, then threw it to the floor. His hand went back between them for a moment longer, and he thrust his hips forwards. She moaned for a long time. Ryan groaned in the back of his throat, and then they were at each other with hands, lips, and teeth.

It was then I realised he was fucking her.

“Harder,” she cried.

My eyes were transfixed on his hips. In and out they went, over and over.

My belly fluttered, something clenched lower, and I figured out what she meant by wet when I suddenly felt my panties dampen.

I needed to look away.

Stop watching.

It was wrong.

So very wrong.

But I couldn’t stop watching his hips, how he ground into her and then slid back out to then do it again.

My clit throbbed. It had never done that. Not even before when I touched myself.

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