Page 44 of The Last Call
But reminders of him are everywhere.
Around me. His clothes in messy chaos across the floor from his urgency to strip last night. The gouges in the drywall from the headboard slamming into the plaster from his force. Rips in the sheets from me holding on tight from his affection.
On me. Teeth and tongue marks peppering my skin. Bruises on my hips and legs and wrists. Hair tangled in knots and his spicy cologne seeped into my pores mingling with our sweat.
In me. My throat raw and scratchy from screaming. My nether regions sore with every movement climbing out of bed, with every step across the room. My thighs streaked and sticky from his release.
I’ve never been more disgusting.
Or beautiful.
Or happy.
My giddy smile only increases from my phone sitting on the nightstand rather than his. He must have had it all along after he rescued me from Sergei. I should be pissed as hell he kept my cell from me but I’m too deliriously drunk on lust to be mad. I snatch it up, and my heart flip flops from a text fromSainton the screen.
Call Mack or anyone you want.
A little bit of my exhilaration dissipates from reading my friend’s name. I want to talk to him because I miss him. But I also dread the lecture. The interrogation. The disappointment. I know he won’t be thrilled for me despite me being beyond ecstatic for myself.
I’ll worry about that later. Right now I need a shower desperately. I type a quickthank youto him, and then swipe for my favorite playlist as I walk. The lights in the bathroom flicker before I even step inside, and the shower kicks on. Steam circling quickly from the hot water hitting the cold tile. That has never happened before.
“You’re welcome lion.”
Julius’s rich voice surrounds me, echoing off the hard surfaces in the massive space. Pervert’s spying again. “Stop watching me, you creeper!”
I fail at sounding genuinely angry. Difficult to be sincerely upset at someone spoiling me. He must agree because I hear his laughter until it fades away. My body tingling from his contented chuckle. From his happiness. From the happiness he gives me.
The bag I thought I’d lost forever in the explosion sits on the counter. I dig through and grab out my shampoo and body wash although it wasn’t a hardship using his products. Tapping on the screen again a few times to pump up the volume, I slide my phone next to my make-up kit and step under the waterfall. Warm and soothing on my battered yet satisfied body.
I realize I’m still smiling when I wash my face. Surprising me since I rarely smiled before. Not genuinely anyway. Now I can’t seem to stop.
My favorite song greets me when I shut off the abundant spray. Now I’m really, really lame with my giddiness and catch the beat while I dry off and then brush my teeth. Wondering if I remember the routine from the pole dance class Val and I took with that wild instructor. So damn raunchy but fun. I drop low to see if I can still hit the mark with her voice in my ear encouraging us to pretend like we’re sliding down onto a dick. Bobbing up and down for his pleasure as well as our own. Or, if we were hating on men, then imagine our favorite vibrator. Shaped like a cucumber I mumble to myself as she used to shout. That girl was a hot mess. But damn her moves kept us in good shape.
Let that booty hit the floor. Swing that ass around and strip it to the core. Make him chase for you. Make his heart race for you.
I laugh at the dork I am, dancing and singing alone. Until I realize I’m not. Twisting toward the door with my fingertips gliding up my thighs, I startle from Julius stalking toward me. A blur of untamed darkness. Almost feral before he pounces. Jerking me around to sheath his chest.
His hands cover mine, and we roam my body together. Mimicking my earlier move and sliding our coupled fingers over my legs and pussy and stomach. Lingering on my breasts to thumb my nipples. Agony and ecstasy swirled together from the tenderness lingering from last night. An erotic display in the mirror of me writhing under his touch and his primal, practically angry domination of my body.
“Did you ever dance like this for anyone else?”
His heartbeat pounds against my back while his fingers dip inside me. Stroking with an urgency that makes me moan. Riding his hand with a desperate need I didn’t even realize I had.
“Did you?”
I can’t form words from his furious tone and paralyzing caresses, and shake my head. An approving growl rumbles against my throat.
“And you never fucking will.”
Wetness glosses his fingers all over again when I see his hand move to his belt and hear his zipper. He’s going to fuck me here. He’s going to fuck me hard. He’s going to fuck me. I can’t wait.
Strong hands bend me forward and curl around my wrists forcing them against my lower back while he guides himself inside me with one long thrust. Pain mingling with pleasure from the force of my already tender body. “Julius I–”
“No.”
My palm shoves her satin cheek, caging her head against the mirror. I don’t want to hear a damn fucking thing about any other fucking men. She’s mine, and she’s going to take me. Fucking right here and now. “Whatever it is, I don’t give a damn. All I want to hear is that you want me to fuck you.”
I fucking love how utterly beautiful she looks at my mercy. Her gorgeous body displaying the proof of my love for her. Her inquisitive eyes never leaving mine. Her perfect tits smashed against the glass. Her succulent ass pushed into my stomach as I plunge into her.
