Page 86 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
She’d been staying with me for the past three nights, and just about the only time we’d left my bed was to go to work.
When I said I couldn’t get enough of her, I wasn't joking. I wanted her all the time, in every way imaginable.
Last night we fucked in the shower, her back against the tiles, her legs wrapped around me, the water pouring down, her pussy clenching my cock and milking an orgasm out of me that went on and on. I came so hard I had to flatten my palms on either side of her to keep myself upright. It was only after I pulled out of her, my cum dripping down her thighs, that we realized we’d forgotten a condom.
She said she was on the pill and made me swear on my life that I was clean. I was. I hadn’t been with anyone since I got tested when I had a physical in April.
“I’m working the breakfast shift.” She poked me. “And you need to get your lazy ass out of bed before your boy shows up.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth when someone pounded on the front door. At this early hour, it could only be Walker. “He’s turning into a needy bitch.”
“He wants to make sure you’re fighting fit for training camp.”
“I’m fighting fit. I could go another twelve rounds.”
She pushed me away with a laugh. “I’m so sore I can barely walk.”
Job well done. “Do I get a standing ovation?”
She flipped me the bird. Close enough.
I got dressed in my running clothes and jammed my feet in my Nikes while she pulled her hair into a high ponytail and secured it with the elastic on her wrist.
On our way out the door, I reeled her in for a goodbye kiss and gave her a playful smack on the ass as we walked to her car.
“Long time, no see,” Walker said with a smirk. Smart-ass. “I hope you haven’t tired him out too much.”
“He’s all yours. Good luck.”
She gave me a little smile, got in her car, and drove away, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. When she was gone, Walker turned to me. “This looks serious.”
“It’s not. Neither of us is looking for a commitment.” We started running, following the dirt trails over the hills and green fields. It was cloudy this morning but so humid that the air was heavy and suffocating.
“Whatever you say,” Walker said. “But sometimes these things just happen.”
My T-shirt was soaked with sweat by the time we crested the next hill. “I’ve got it all under control.” I didn’t.
“Women have a way of getting under your skin,” he said, driving his point home and skewering me with it. “And then you can’t shake them no matter what you try to do.”
I was starting to understand how that could happen. But he was obviously talking about him and Leah, not me and Evie. “One more month, and I’m out.”
He gave me a skeptical look. “You willing to make a bet on that? Fifty bucks says you’ll keep going back for more.”
I was saved from answering when we heard the thunder of hooves, and Brody showed up, shouting like a drill sergeant. “That’s the best you can do? Move your sorry asses.”
Easy for him to say. His horse shot ahead. We were left behind, choking on the dust. It was the age-old tale of man versus horse, and it was the third day in a row that Walker and I had been subjected to it. Brody’s idea of motivating us.
The finish line was the row of trees bordering his property. With a burst of speed, I shot forward. Wide receivers did a lot of running. Linebackers, not so much. I reached the finish line before Walker but not before the crazy cowboy sitting pretty in the saddle on the back of a big black horse. Yeah, that’s all I knew about horses. It was big. It was black. And it had a gleam in its eye as if to say,I win, you lose, sucker.
The horse pranced around, tossing its head and laughing at us. I gave it the finger. Brody snorted and called me a sore loser.
When Walker reached us, he bent over and put his hands on his knees. “I think I’m gonna hurl.”
Two seconds later, he did. I jumped out of the way, cursing when some of his vomit landed on my sneaker. It was bright green and looked like seaweed. “What the fuck did you eat for breakfast?”
“A green smoothie with kale and shit….” He leaned over and dry heaved, making gagging sounds that mademenauseous.
And then it started pouring down with rain, and we had to slog through the mud to get home.
