Page 27 of Lovetown, USA
I don’t give her a chance to respond before I put my lips back where they belong. I kiss her hard and deep, sucking her tongueinto my mouth so I can taste her again. Because one thing about me, I’ma always talk my shit and make my mark.
When I finally unhand her, she blows out a sigh, staring at me the way a lover might stare. But there’s no love here. Her choice.
“I’m gonna go,” I announce as I sit up. “Thank you for a nice evening.”
She rolls her eyes. I’m starting to see she likes doing that with me. “And I trust I don’t have to worry about you showing up to any more events policing my alcohol intake, right?”
I dispose of the condom in the bathroom and clean myself up. I return, still naked, and smile as her eyes go straight to my dick.
“No policing,” I say. “But if you’re drunk and alone, I can’t promise I won’t put my cape back on.”
She lifts a shoulder. “Have a good evening, Dr. Montgomery.”
I pick up my clothes, then drop them right back on the chair, my mind racing with one all-consuming thought.
“Let me get one for the road.”
Her grin makes my skin hot, and it lets me know we were thinking the same thing.
I climb onto the bed and burrow under the covers, settling between her open legs. With my fingers and tongue, I coax another orgasm out of her before I go.
8
Lane
“Open your mouth, justa little. No, not like that. You’re not catching flies.”
I blow out a breath, holding my body still. Max, the white-haired tyrant of a photographer Britt sent here to torture me, is attempting to get a good shot of me in front of the county courthouse, and apparently, my face isn’t cooperating.
I’m not all that photogenic. If I had a dollar for every man who told me, “You look so much better in person!” on the first date after meeting me on the apps, I’d be…well, I wouldn’t be in this Stepford ass town.
“There we go!” Max yells over the click of the camera shutter. “Turn slightly to the left. Very nice. Very good.”
While Max checks something on the camera, I smooth down the skirt of my flowy pink sundress. Not my usual style, but I’m cute, I must admit.
“Okay, give me pensive,” he instructs. “Good, good.”
In my head, I’m telling him to shut the fuck up. I’m so over this shit. The courthouse is the sixth location we’ve shot at.And every spot, from the municipal gardens, Hearts Bakery, the bridal store, cathedral, and ballroom, bystanders have stared at me like I’m insane. I don’t usually give a damn what anybody thinks, but I’m feeling extra self-conscious today. And I hate it.
“Now stare up at that cotton candy sky.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing at that, but I do as I’m told, and Max seems to like it.
“Alright, we’re almost done, gorgeous. Look off into the distance and think about love.”
Love?
Boy, fuck youandthat.
The last time I let myself think about that word with any real weight, I lost four years of my life, my career, and my ass. Myliteralass. So no, I won’t be thinking about that.
My mind does drift to Trey, though, and uninvited memories start pushing through…his mouth on my neck. His hands gripping my hips. That low, husky sound he made when he came. His tongue on my p—
“Perfection!” Max smiles for the first time since we started, which leads me to believe he’s bout sick of me. “I think we’re done, but stay where you are.”
I nod, closing my eyes as the sun beats down on my face. Those memories of what happened a few nights ago, those are just images. And it was just sex. No love. Of course it wasn’t. We barely know each other, and both of us were clear on the terms of our night. No strings. No attachments. Just one night of fun and passion.
And it was definitely both of those things.
