Page 46 of Second Go-Round
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Micah waved a hand while rolling his eyes. “I get it.”
He didn’t really—but maybe one day he would. “Someday, Micah…”
“Nope. No fucking way.”
“That’s what I always used to say, but something about this girl just captured my focus.”
“She’s got you by the balls, you mean,” he scoffed.
“That too, and I’m okay with it.”
“You will be until she kicks your ass out again,” Micah argued.
“Fuck.” I scowled at my friend, crossing my arms. “Why are you such a Donnie Downer?”
“Because I know better than to allow my head to float in the clouds. Now—” he kicked back and crossed his ankles “—your client will be here shortly. You’d best set the mood and ready yourself to earn your pay.”
Barefoot and dressed only in shorts, I planned to play the part of horny boyfriend waiting to surprise his woman when she got home from work. I wasn’t supposed to be aware of the guy lurking in the shadows—the seating area of the suite we’d rented for the night promised Micah his own secretive little corner.
Christine and I both would easily see him if we looked in his direction, but I planned to keep her occupied. And if she truly wished to play out the fantasy, I expected she would pretend he didn’t exist even while the truth he did burned her up inside.
Without a doubt, she would be hot for a thorough fucking before she even walked through the door. I could imagine the slickness between her thighs, how ready she would be to climax at the slightest touch.
I shut down the overheads near Micah, leaving the dimmers above the bed on low. Enough light shone to ensure Christine wouldn’t lose her way.
Ricky would give her a key card to enter. She would have to make the choice to unlock the door and willingly cross the threshold. While Christine claimed to love dick, she wouldn’t have agreed to meet with me unless she wanted mine again. Either she thought herself emotionally strong in the midst of the glowing embers I planned to rain down on her, or she craved me as much as I did her.
Hope had fused through me at Ricky’s text telling Micah she’d accepted Jessie’s gift and sat in the back of the limo. We’d been under the agreement that he would name the Elite Christine was meeting even if she didn’t ask which man would be at her beck and call for the evening.
I wanted her to know who waited for her since Jessie had told me in advance she’d planned to keep the gift a secret until Ricky showed up at her door. Jessie had promised having to make a rash decision would land Christine in my arms.
And so far, it seemed as though she’d been right.
Once I had a playlist pulled up on my cell, I linked it to the speaker I’d brought along. I checked again on the black bag alongside the bed and the supplies I’d already laid out on the bed stand.
Other than stripping out of the shorts I wore, I was prepared for Christine’s arrival. Emotionally, I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for what the night would bring, but I’d never been one to shirk away from a challenge.
Blowing out a slow, steady exhale, I went into the bathroom, lights out, and the door slightly cracked open. While I had no wish to jump out and scare Christine, I had every intention of prohibiting her from turning tail and leaving. Yes, if she said stop, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so—but I remembered how she’d been tempted to melt at my touch at Mary Rose’s ball, how she’d sagged against my chest from pressing against her body on the dance floor all those weeks ago.
A shudder ripped through me, and my half-hard cock I’d been dealing with all day at work thickened fully at the memory of her curves plastered to mine. Even with clothing separating us, Christine had felt divine.
“She’s on her way up.” Micah let me know he’d gotten another text from Ricky, and I shook out my hands at my sides as adrenaline coursed through my blood.
I was nervous as hell, and my dick refused to be held back in its desire to return home inside her warmth.
Breathing deeply, I shoved off my shorts. How the hell things had felt so right after only spending a few hours with Christine, I had no clue. But I’d stopped questioning the emotions that night when Wendy had encouraged me to give Christine another shot.
This is the last one, I told myself, but the sound of a muffled beep—the room’s door unlocking—stole my thoughts.
Hesitant steps brought Christine into view through the propped-open bathroom door. She didn’t glance my way, her focus on the king-sized bed straight ahead.
Even in darkened profile, the appearance of her hit me with that slam to the chest, and I bit back a groan.
What was it about her that made me fucking crazy with want beyond mere lust?
Squeezing the base of my hard dick, I imagined how the night would transpire as if willing the universe and any greater beings in existence to make things happen according to my desires.
Here we go…
