Page 24 of The One I Hate
“Almost there,” she says as her hands fall back to my chest. “Yes! Right there!”
I buck my hips, hitting her exactly how she wants it, and then I see it. I feel my orgasm about to bust through, and I hold it down, because like fucking hell this woman isn’t about to come on my cock.
“Yes! Simon!”
Music to my ears…
Charlie falls to my chest as she comes apart on me, my bellow of release echoing hers as I spill into her.
Neither of us move for a second as I wrap my arms around her. Again, I don’t know how long this is going to last—pretty sure she’s going to realize quickly the position we’re in—but until she does, I’m going to bask in the afterglow.
Charlie slowly starts rolling off me and I follow, wrapping my arm around her and bringing her against me.
“Hate me now?”
This makes her laugh softly. “Always.”
I chuckle under my breath. “Go to sleep, Bug.”
She doesn’t answer, and I don’t say anything else as I close my eyes and fall asleep with my Bug in my arms.
Chapter 6
Simon
Iconsider myself the kind of man who knows what he wants. And once that idea is in my head, nothing will stop me.
If I want a house or a piece of property? I buy it.
If I want a woman, I ask her out. Or ask her to come home. Or get stupid drunk, call her on the phone, then have hot drunk sex.
Whatever the occasion demands.
And on this glorious Saturday morning, what is calling to me is french toast from the best diner in all of Tennessee.
Simon: I want french toast. On my way to Mona’s. Who’s coming with me?
Oliver: Did you forget I’m still in London? Though french toast does sound delicious.
Wes: Wish I could. Football practice this morning.
Simon: Fine. Shane? What about you?
Shane: Can’t.
Simon: Why not?
Shane: Just can’t.
Simon: If I ask you again, will you come back with a response that’s three words?
Shane: Just can’t fucker.
Simon: There ya go.
Simon: Wait! That means no one is going to come keep me company?
Wes: I’m sure you can eat a meal alone.
