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“Yes.”
I had my shirt up under my arms, my jeans tight around my thighs. A dick fucking me so thoroughly I wasn’t sure if any previous sexual encounter ever got as deep. The sensations with him inside and my fingers on my clit pushing me to the brink.
“Come. I want to feel you strangle my dick.”
I bit my lip and let go, the pleasure so potent washing over me.
I heard him growl, heard him swear, felt him thrust deep, then knew he was coming, filling the condom with his cum.
Then he did the unthinkable, pulled out, dropped to his knees and licked me to a second orgasm. My pussy was so swollen and sensitive that it took seconds.
Only when I was wilted and sated did he push to his feet and tuck himself away.
He even fixed my clothes, too. I was so sated I could barely feel my legs.
His beard was glistening. That was my arousal on his face.
“I–”
His cell chimed and he pulled it from his shirt pocket. Read the display. “Fuck,” he swore. The softness that his orgasm gave to his features was gone. “I have to go.”
I licked my lips, felt the soreness of how hard he took me between my legs. “I understand.” I did. It wasn’t like I was looking for anything. When he’d crooked his finger and I’d gone to him, I definitely hadn’t imagined what we’d just done. I also didn’t expect a date or a ring or anything. I didn’t dare risk that. I hadn’t heard from Missy in a while and like with a toddler, quiet meant possible mischief.
“Come to me. I’ll be in my hotel room after the event. The Prairie Inn, just down the block. Room 202.”
“You don’t even know my name,” I reminded.
He stepped close, kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, felt my arousal on his beard dampen my cheeks. “Come to my room and we’ll learn everything about each other.”
“Okay,” I said. I wanted more with him. One night and a whole lot of orgasms. My pussy clenched, feeling empty now, ready for more.
“There’s a good girl,” he crooned, then kissed my forehead.
Then he pulled me from the cleaning closet, kissed me one more time. Then was gone.
For good.
5
Present day
MOLLY
“You,”I breathed. Even in the air conditioning, I got hot all over. My heart pounded and I felt more nauseated than I did when I had to saw open the dead man’s brain this morning. I’d seen all kinds of things in my time as a resident. Horrible, sad things came through emergency room doors. I could handle it all. It didn’t mean I wasn’t unaffected.
The sheriff I was supposed to meet to pass on my findings of Lance Mann’s autopsy washim.The guyfrom the rodeo. The guy whose name I never learned, who’d fucked me and ghosted me. It had been the best sex of my life, the most insane connection and then… nothing.
Nothing because he hadn’t answered the hotel room door that he’d told me to go to. I’d stood there like an idiot with a sore pussy craving more dick.
“Holy shit, I’ve been missing you for six months, pretty girl.”
His words slammed into me like a car going sixty. I even bent in a little from the impact.
He took my hand in his.
My body was a traitor. It remembered his voice. His touch. His scent. But my brain was screamingasshole!
His gaze roved over me from head to toe. My shift started at seven and I’d already spent six hours in the ER. I swiped off the surgical cap I wore during the autopsy. My hair was probably all static as it swiped across my jaw. I wore no makeup and scrubs did nothing for me. But he was looking at me as if I was the most beautiful thing in the world, that I was a mirage or an oasis in a desert after walking ten miles.
