Page 362 of Hell Hath No Fury
Did I really just let a man I haven't seen in years fuck me on a picnic table? Did I really just let him come inside me?
The salty taste of his spend on my tongue answered my question.
"They're coming in hot," Pope muttered, his back to me as he notched his belt, watching the approaching cars.
The pleasure that had thrummed in my veins began to dissipate, the cold reality of my actions rushing in.
"What do you think they want?" I asked, my voice unsteady.
As if in answer, a loudspeaker crackled, an authoritative voice issuing a warning.
"All citizens must immediately disperse. Lockdown begins in one hour."
My stomach pitched. For the last few months of her life, my focus had been on Jen. And now, with her passing, this encroaching virus that I'd stubbornly ignored had become reality. Sweat beaded along my skin, my chest growing tight.
It'll be okay. It’ll all be okay.
Pope turned holding out a hand. "Let's get you back to your friends."
I shoved my dress down my thighs and busied myself with readjusting my clothing, pretending not to notice him watching me. I hopped off the table, the slick of his cum between my thighs difficult to ignore.
"I should go."
"Yeah." He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "Jules, about tonight."
I glanced up, curious as to how he'd handle this.
He sighed. "Look, you're a good girl, but this—"
My heart seized. With a casualness born from desperation, I brushed at the dirt on the skirt of my dress.
"You don't have to say anything," I told him, proud of the lightness in my tone. "I know this was a one-time thing. We're not lovers, Pope. We're not even friends." I forced myself to look up, meeting his gaze. "This was a mutual moment of release amongst the grief."
I straightened, lifting one shoulder in a half shrug. "Thanks for the orgasm, but I better get back."
I made to brush by him intent on a quick escape, only for his hand to curl around my wrist, halting my movement.
"Jules, wait." His tone, though direct, was a plea disguised as a command.
I looked into his blue eyes, seeing something dark and desperate swirling in their depths.
"The club is gonna wait this out at Adaminaby. Come with me."
My breath caught, my stomach clenching. "I'm not part of your club."
"Jen would want you there."
"But do you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
He hesitated, and in the heartbeat it took for him to react, I had my answer.
With a strength I didn't know I had, I withdrew my hand from his.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm good." I patted him on the chest, fighting against the tears that threatened to betray me. "I'll catch you later."
"Jules, wait."
I ignored him, crashing through the grass and weeds, heading for the gap in the fence.
