Page 21 of Don't Run
Then his touch is gone and he’s standing at his full height. “I’m gonna go get you some clothes. Take as long as you need in here, pet.”
I don’t question why the nickname hasn’t bothered me all night. It sounds right falling from his lips. And if he has to call me anything, I’m glad it’s that.
I soak in the tub until I feel like a prune. Then I drain the water and shower quickly before stepping out.
Wrapped in a towel, I walk back into the bedroom and find the man I thought had long disappeared sitting at the foot of the bed beside a pile of folded clothes.
“Here you go. I got you an extra large but let me know if you need something else.”
This man.
I slip into the plain black briefs with MM stitched into the waistband then pull on a loose black tee and soft sweats bearing the same branding. They’re a perfect fit. The only thing I have to put back on from earlier are my boots.
I find my phone on the nightstand and stuff it in my pocket, finding his gaze on me when I spin on my heels.
“Take care of yourself.”
Emotion blocks my vocal cords so I just nod, knowing this is goodbye.
His featherlight touch is on my cheek for the length of one bated breath before he backs up toward the door. And when he’s gone, I stand there staring at the space he filled. The room feels bigger without him in it so I walk out, refusing to let myself get swept up in what ifs.
AFTERGLOW
Downstairs at the lockers,I notice the house is nearly empty now. And for good reason, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning.
The music that was blaring before is now a low hum, familiar notes saturating the air. Ro James is asking for permission as I bob my head to the beat.
As soon as I grab my bag, a soft hand lands on my arm, grounding me in the moment.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
Gabby.
I know it’s her before I turn around and when our eyes clash, she’s beaming at me, glowing like her night was as good as mine.
“Hey.” I look her up and down. Her mask and cheerleader uniform are gone, her sweats matching mine. My lips twitch. Somebody wore her fine ass out just like me.
I’m about to ask her what she got up to when a tall figure comes to stand beside her.
The man in the Sailor Moon costume drapes his arm around her small shoulders and smirks at me.
Gabby leans into his touch, her eyes still shining as she looks at me.
“We’re about to go to grab some food at a diner he swears is open all night. Then we’re going back to my place. You wanna come with us?”
Nothing about her invitation catches me off guard. My desire to acceptdoes. After the night I’ve had, the last thing I should be trying to do is more freaky shit. And yet…
A needy thrum settles between my legs.
“You don’t have to play with us,” gabby assures me, weaving her delicate fingers with mine. She’s standing in front of me now, her lover on the sidelines, waiting patiently as we share a heated look. “You can just watch him fuck me. Or me fuck him.” She winks. “I love being watched, and I don’t wanna say goodbye to you yet.”
My skin heats at the thought of her pegging this man. Then my face is all flames when I think about her letting me watch.
She cups the side of my face and lifts up on her tiptoes to brush her lips over mine. “Say yes, pretty girl.”
She pecks my lips over and over. Until I cave and deepen it, falling right into her trap.
“Come home with us,” she pleads.
