Page 136 of Fury

Her fingertips curled into my beard, tugging. “Shit, your beard got longer. It really suits you.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah—” She stumbled on her high heels.

I suited up in a rubber, and hitching her legs around me, thrust inside her slickness.

She let out a loud cry, clutching my shoulders. “Tomorrow, when they can’t remember shit about whatever they do tonight, I’m going to remember this.”

I dug my fingers into her ass, nailing her up against the quivering divider. Banging her.

She came, and I pulled out of her, turned her around. She trembled in my grip, and my blood rushed into my head at the feel of her anticipation, her jitteriness, her lust. I thrust into her very wet pussy and pumped fast and hard. My balls screamed, my muscles burned. She moaned loudly, shuddering, and I roared right after.

I ripped the condom off me. “Get on your knees and get me there again.” I yanked the top of her dress down and her breasts spilled out. “I want to come on those tits.”

She wiped the sweat from her upper lip and got down on her knees in the stall and worked my cock until I started coming in her mouth. I spattered my cum over her tits.

“Rub it in. Let ‘em smell me on you.”

She made a face at me, but she did it. I helped her up, and she wiped at her skin and dabbed at her dress with a wad of toilet paper.

“I’m not done,” I said, pinching a nipple.

She grinned. Neither was she.

Twenty minutes later, with the urinals being used and flushed in the next room, men’s knowing chuckles and overly loud coughs having set a soundtrack to our fucking, I sent her back out to her friends, a lazy grin on her rosy face, her legs wobbling on those hot high heels.

“I’ll call you.”

“You do that,” she mumbled as we passed each other in the lobby, her hands smoothing over her hips.

I strode down the grand front staircase of the resort hotel, the parking valet boy shuffling back in my wake.

For years, Tania and I met in towns and cities all over the country, sometimes in motels for a night or only a couple of hours during the day. Anywhere convenient for a quick fuck. It was never regular, once every few months at most, off and on. But it happened, and I liked it.

We never discussed any other women in my life, of which there were many.

And we never discussedher. Not ever again.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I got your text message,” said Tania. Wind blew hard in the background from the payphone she was using somewhere in Chicago.

“I’ll be there by three. This cold weather sucks, icy rain in the forecast too.”

“Finger?”

“Yeah?”

“The thing is, I can’t meet up today.”

Her voice was unsteady. Ordinarily, if one of us said no, we didn’t ask details about why. But something in her tone made me want to know.

“What’s going on?”

“I met someone.”

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