Page 117 of Rock Giant
Riding him, forehead to forehead, looking him in the eyes the whole while.
The heat.The achy feel of him splitting her open.Begging for more.Begging that he give it to her hard.Him obliging.
“Castle, oh my God...Castle.”Her scoring her nails across his back and breaking the skin.Skin she’d later clean from beneath them post-midnight.
“Never want to let you go.”
“Don’t let go.Want all of you.You never need to let go.”
The tide of rising euphoria sweeping over her.All sense of control gone.
“You fit me so perfectly.”
That fuzzy warm feeling expanding...expanding.Reaching the precipice.Balancing on the edge, muscles pulling impossibly tight all at once.Then, toppling over with a long cry.“God, oh God!”
Him, right there with her, making similar exaltations.
Him, driving into her that last few times, even as his cock softened.Neither of them ready for it to be over.
The stillness that followed.The cold horror of having failed so catastrophically to do the right thing.Everything she’d sworn she’d never do.They’d done it.
Jodi brought her fist to her mouth but couldn’t prevent the unstoppable sobs from erupting.She bit into the heel of her hand, but it didn’t help.It didn’t wake her from the nightmare of reality.What had they done?They hadn’t done this.
Just a dream.Not the truth.
She’d wake in a moment on her bunk on the bus.
No awakening happened.She remained straddled across his lap.
Their bodies were still joined, and his hot skin pressed to hers.There was no option other than to touch him in order to break them apart.Everything was slick and wet as they did.His cock, free of her body, slumped against his thigh, wet and shiny.
No condom...No condom!
She closed her eyes to block out the image, block out the knowledge, even as additional panic alarms began ringing in her skull.They rang so hard it was difficult to hear him.Was he talking to her?
His hands closed around her upper arms.Steadying.Supportive.“Castle, are you okay?”
“No.”She gulped.Opened her eyes.“I was supposed to leave.I only came to get my stuff.I have to leave.This is...this is wrong.We shouldn’t have done this.”
Paul gazed back at her.Stoic.Silent.Heartbreak writ through his face.
“I have to go.”
She hauled the T-shirt back on.Pulled up her trousers, then bolted from the room with an assortment of items in her arms, some of which might have been hers.This time, she pulled the door firmly to behind her.
She’d made everything dozens of times worse.Catastrophically worse.How would either man ever forgive her?
She’d never forgive herself.
Stupid.You’re so fucking stupid.
She dropped half the items as she attempted to dry her eyes with her cuff.The salt tracks still made her skin feel tight, and the prickly sensation in her nose endured.Somehow, she put one foot in front of the other.
Nash was waiting just along the corridor, casually posed.
How long had it been?Minutes?Hours?She felt like she’d lived centuries in whatever time had passed.Did he know?Had he heard them?If not, he’d surely know when he looked at her.
Only, he didn’t look at her or speak to her, simply turned towards the lifts, leaving her to follow in his wake like a gosling chasing a swan.
