Page 8 of Sparrow

Doctor Allen here is making all the parts of me—I assumed dead—wake up and say hello.

“An asshole?” He tosses his head back with a laugh. “Well, I’ve certainly been called worse, Miss...” He leaves the statement open, just as I did.

“Haven. Amelia Haven.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Amelia.”

“You too, DOCTOR Jaxon Allen.”

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“Oh God! Ohhh!” My limbs seem to have a mind of their own, shaking as I ride the last of my orgasm from my body.

I didn’t exactly intend on going home with him after the party, but...YOLO?

Jaxon grips my hips and thrusts his upward, sending the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing across the bare walls of his very modern bedroom. While I would prefer jewel tones and warmth, I’m surrounded by clean lines and neutral, lifeless colors. Not that I mind right now, considering I’m finally having an orgasm not at my own hand.

Moments after the pulsing of my walls has ceased, he stills, letting his release take over. His guttural groans make me want to fuck him all over again.

I grind down on his body, just a bit more, before climbing off of him and collapsing onto the bed next to him, burying my face in the pillow. I feel him move, leaving the bed briefly, presumably to discard the condom, then he returns, wrapping his arms around me.

“I don’t usually do this, you know?” I say without moving my face from the pillow, so the words are muffled.

“Do what? Have hot sex with a stranger who thinks you’re fucking gorgeous?”

“Yeah, exactly that, actually.” I finally face him. “I’m not a slut.”

“I never said you were, nor did I think that.” He kisses my lips before speaking again. “You stay here. I need to make a phone call and then I’ll be back. Round two will be beckoning very soon.”

“What if I have somewhere to be?” I don’t. I just like this banter.

“Cancel. My cock overrides all plans.” He slips from the bed, leaving the room naked.

With a shake of my head, I roll to my back and pull the sheet over my exposed breasts. Part of me suddenly feels self-conscious. I got swept up in him tonight. I only met him a few hours ago. What was I thinking coming here? He could have been an axe murderer. Still could be, if we are being technical here.

It’s just been so long since I’ve felt anything like this. This intensity. This...fire. The only thing missing is the butterflies. I haven’t felt those since high school.

My hand goes to my neck, touching the sparrow necklace I haven’t taken off in a decade.

Grayson.

His memory comes rushing back sometimes. I can’t help but wonder where he is now. If he’s all right, even. Hell...is he even alive? He gave me the butterflies I’m longing for now. The kind that makes you feel like your head is spinning. Like you can’t breathe without the person causing them.

Grayson set the bar ten years ago. No one has measured up since. No one.

I finally let someone in, even if only physically. Has Jaxon broken a wall down for me?

I look up as he saunters back in, his eyes wide and awake, like he’s got adrenaline pumping in his veins.

“Now, back to my cock.”

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