“He missed you, too.”
“Oh, God…don’t stop…please…”
“Not on your fucking life,” I promised, adding a third finger to my machinations.
Skylar’s hands latched onto my forearm, and she held firm as she rode my fingers. “I’m going to cum,” she warned me. “Don’t stop…please, don’t stop…”
Even if my entire hand cramped up, I wouldn’t stop. “Cum for me, baby.”
As soon as I curled my fingers to hit that sweet spot inside her, Skylar was cumming all over the place. “Yes…oh, God…yes…”
I finger fucked her through her orgasm, and once her body stopped trembling, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, then licked them clean. Her flavor was back on my tongue, and everything felt right with the world again.
“Am I forgiven?”
“You were never in the doghouse,” she snorted as she zipped up her zipper and buttoned her jeans. “You’re not my boyfriend, Landen. You hardly need forgiveness for anything.”
I lifted her chin with my hand. “Are we friends?” She nodded. “Then I do need forgiveness. Even without all this, a person doesn’t take their bad moods out on their friends, Skylar.”
She gave me an understanding nod. “Point taken.”
I placed a kiss on her forehead, then said, “Let’s get those papers.”
Chapter 8
Landen~
It’s been a month, and I was ready to wave the white flag.
Seriously.
Skylar had more than proven that not all women got emotionally invested when it came to sex. Our nights were filled with the wildest sex that I’d had ever had, but our days were filled with her treating me like she’d always had.
It wasn’t only the way that she treated me at work, either. I was really starting to feel like a little bitch because, on the few nights when she had passed on meeting up, I had felt let down and pissed off all at the same time. However, because of those stupid rules that I had agreed to, I hadn’t even been able to ask her why she couldn’t meet me.
Now, in my defense, the woman fucked like a trained porn star, so I was at my weakest when she was around.
I could admit that.
A month into this arrangement, I was all out of new ideas to please her. If there was a sex act that involved only two people, then we’d done it. Skylar didn’t know how to say no in the bedroom, and I was hooked like a strung-out junkie.
The addiction had really hit me hard when we had decided to do away with the condoms. We had both gone and had gotten physicals-which people should do for just regular health reason-and when the results had come back all good, the first thing that I’d done was cum in her pussy. After that, I’d been out of control, determined to mark her everywhere. The woman’s been covered from head to toe with my loads, and both those tight holes of her had been cream-pied.
That day in the storage room had also been the one and only time that we had crossed the line at work…well, except for that one other time in the women’s restroom. Though we hadn’t gotten caught, and no one had suspected, it was one thing for me not to care about getting fired, but costing Skylar her job would tear me apart. I had the luxury of always being able to work for my father if I ever lost my job. I had no idea what Skylar’s options would be. We still didn’t talk about personal shit when we were together.
It was all sex.
“You are a lifesaver.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
I turned my head at Skylar’s voice, and I saw that she was talking with Cory Orr. He was one of Edison’s crew members, and the guy was one of Edison’s best. The guy had lived over an auto shop that had specialized in trucking, and the owner had taken a liking to Cory. So, at the tender age of six, the guy had started teaching Cory everything that he knew, and it’d been a lot. Cory was a genius, and he was one of the highest paid mechanics that we had.
“I promise that it’ll be the best night of your life,” Cory told her, and that got my back up.
“If I had a dollar for every time a guy has told me that…” Skylar murmured.
“You’d have millions?” Cory chuckled.
