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I stare at him innocently as I squeeze my walls around his cock. I watch his eyes roll back in his head before he thrusts into me. I let out a moan as my fingers grip his shoulders. His thrusts start moving faster and in a rhythm. Each one makes me cry out for more. I toss my head back as he drives deeper inside of me. I allow my legs to fall out to the sides to allow him to go deeper.
“Fuck!” He pants as he thrusts again. “Goddammit, you feel too good.” He moans, and I let out a small cry of pleasure as he hits a spot that sends a sensation to my belly button. “You make that noise again, and it’s over for me, baby doll.”
“So…” I pant as I scrape my nails down his muscular, flexing back. “So close!” I feel his hand slip between our slapping flesh and land on my clit. I scream as the hot pressure begins to build again.
“Say my name,” he growls in my ear as his thrusts become more frantic. His cock feeling impossibly harder inside me.
“What?” I pant, about to go over the edge.
“Say my name when you come. Look at me and say my name.” His hand finds my throat again, and he applies just a little pressure. That, mixed with his hand on my clit and his dick… There’s no chance of me lasting one more second.
“F-Fox!!” I cry out in a near sob as a bone-tingling orgasm reverberates through every part of my body. I stare into his wild eyes as I watch the look of shock, pleasure, and desire wash over his features while he stares back at me. I scream louder as another wave hits me.
Fox leans over me and begins kissing and licking my earlobe and neck while his thrusts become more erratic and desperate.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes against my ear. “You’re doing so good, milk my orgasm, baby doll. It’s all for you. Do you feel how hard I am for you? Your tight fucking pussy is so perfect. Make me come, baby.” I wrap my nearly jelly-like legs around his waistwhile thrusting up against him. My hazy eyes find his, and I run my hand through his beard, yanking him to my face.
“Come for me, Fox.” I moan low, not breaking our eye contact. “Bury yourself in me and give me your release.” His eyes go wide as he drives himself deep inside of me as he rides his orgasm out.
“Fuck!” He hisses and thrusts again. “Janie…fuck…baby… Fuck!” He moans loudly between each of his final thrusts before collapsing on top of me. His warm, sweat-covered body sticks to me in a way that gives me great comfort.
After a minute or so, but definitely not long enough. Fox removes himself from inside me. Instantly, I feel cold and empty, and I hate it. With the rare sessions with Brody, I couldn’t wait until he was done. But I never felt this way, and it makes me scared and sad.
“What now?” I ask as we quickly begin to redress.
Fox stiffens before looking at me, and I see the regret and panic forming on his face. The panic, the fear.This isn’t happening, not again.
“Janie—”
“I meant, are you okay with it being a one time thing and us moving on?” I ask and want to die when I see the relief fill his eyes.
“Y-yeah, I mean… Are you good with that?” He asks, and I smile at him, nodding slowly. Of course I am because it doesn’t matter what I actually want, only what I am supposed to want.
TWENTY-THREE
fox
Someone just put me out of my misery.
Staring at the thirty-something-year-old man in front of me while he thumbs through my portfolio, I can’t help but think about how exciting it would be to pull my teeth from my head over listening to this idiot. “I would love to get tattooed by you!” He lets out a breath before setting the binder down. “I just don’t think your pricing is reasonable. I mean, I’m basically allowing you to ink me, and I’ll be a walking advertisement for you for life. There has to be some sort of deal we can come to.”
By the looks of the scratcher’s work covering nearly every inch of this guy’s exposed skin, I’m guessing he’s never paid more than fifty bucks and a pack of smokes for a tattoo.
“Well,” I force a smile that I guarantee doesn’t meet my eyes. “I’ll have to take that under advisement.” He leaves me his number before walking away, and my scowl instantly returns while I walk over to the folding chair behind our table and sit down, but not before tossing his number in the trash bin. I want to go home. My fucking body hurts, I’m annoyed, tired, and I miss my fucking bed.
We’ve been in Nevada for three days, and while the guys went out, got drunk, gambled, and banged any willing woman theycould find, I stayed in my hotel room playingThe Officetrivia with Janie while trying to get her to talk to me. It hasn’t been going well, and it’s completely my fault. I knew better, and still, I chose to believe her when she said she was good with the one-and-done session. I should’ve stayed and talked to her, but I freaked out. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I still don’t believe it fully.
It's all I’ve thought about for the last three days. I’ve realized that I’m not even freaking out that much over fucking Tony’s daughter, not that I won’t continue to use that excuse if ever asked. It’s that… IfuckedJanie, and what I thought would easily be a hit-and-quit ordeal is anything but. Her soft skin, her cries, the way she screamed my name, and I watched her eyes glaze over, and her nipples harden as she came around my cock. Or when she looked me dead in the eyes and told me to come for her. Fuck, I’m getting hard again at the memories.
Which is precisely my problem. Janie is the first woman I have been with that I continued to think about after sex. It’s annoying, and I don’t like it at all. I don’t like that when I dropped her off at Ren’s, I wanted to kiss her goodbye. I hate the fact that the moment the guys and I landed in Vegas, they got their phones ready for hookups while I deleted Tinder. And I loathe the fact that I keep looking at my phone, waiting for her trivia question since it’s all I can get out of her. I shouldn’t want Janie Pierce; I shouldn’t miss her. This needs to stop. I’m not allowed to miss her.
But even as I tell myself not to, I do fucking miss her. I miss her smell, her sarcasm, her snarky remarks. I miss her flipping her unmanageable curls out of her face a thousand times a day. I miss the way her eyes twinkle with mischief as she and I banter back and forth, and I fucking know she’s about to hit me with a smart-ass remark.
“So, what’s with the lost puppy vibe, dude?” Atlas interrupts my torturous thoughts as he sits on the folding chair beside me behind our table and hands me an energy drink. I had stopped drinking them when Janie came to stay with me. I don’t know why. I guess she had just started taking over the shopping, and since she couldn’t have caffeine, I didn’t drink it.
I shrug while setting the unopened can on the table. “Just feeling a little old for all of this chaos, I guess.” The statement is half true. None of us knew where we should be or what we were supposed to bring. Janie and Ren had to overnight the merchandise we didn’t have. And while everyone else had all this tech social media shit they were showing off, the four of us had our printed fucking portfolios like a bunch of idiots. It doesn’t bode well for us if it’s only day one, and it’s this fucked up.
Atlas leans back against his chair and stretches his legs. “I don’t think it has to do with age, Fox.” while gesturing to the old-timers around us. “I think it has to do with not being willing to listen.”
