LOVE ‘EM(77)

She starts slow, circling her clit with her fingertips, her other hand thrusting in and out of her pussy. My hold tightens on the base of my cock as my strokes quicken. I groan. “That’s it. Go faster. Let it wash over you.”

Her mouth opens again, her breaths hitching and uneven. She throws her head back. “Oh, God. Danny. I—I don’t—It’s too much.”

I let loose of the strangle hold I have on my erection and go at it like I mean it. “Just let go, Babe.”

She arches her back and her eyes close, hand moving between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit. When she draws her legs up and spreads them wider, her perfectly puckered asshole peaks out at me.

Fuck. I want to lick it.

Shit. That’s the thought that pushes me over the edge.

Oh, that’s it. My cock tightens and spasms. I jerk my dick as she moans again, catching her breath on a gasp.

My cum squirts out as she exhales and relaxes her pelvis, her eyes on my ejaculating cock. I pump until it’s empty. She leans forward, as if fascinated.

Her first time masturbating? Or maybe just the first time she’s come that fucking hard?

Definitely her first time to see a guy come while jerking off.

When her gaze meets mine, I lift an eyebrow. “See? I told you it’d feel good.”

Taking a deep breath, she sits up. “Interesting.”

She stands, in all her naked glory, calm as fuck, sauntering inside, shutting the door as she goes.

The lock clicks into place.

I collapse on the lounger and smile.

Damn, I’m glad I got up this morning.





CH. FOUR





I let the shower pour over my heated body.

Holy. Crap.

I can’t believe I did that. What the heck was I thinking?

Masturbating with Danny. It’s like—almost having sex with him. God, he’s never going to let me live this down. I’ve hardly ever touched myself. What would make me do it with him looking at me?

What would Rachel think? And what would David and Charlotte say? They’d be shocked and appalled. Probably kick me out. And I’d deserve it.

But the way Danny makes me feel—hot and out of control. Always out of control. And I was beyond out of control today. He sets me on fire with only a look.

It doesn’t matter though. I can’t go there.

Danny’s the worst kind of guy. The kind who only cares about himself. What he wants, when he wants it. He’s like my dad, who took off when I was two because he wasn’t ready to be a father. He only hung around when Mom got knocked up long enough to realize it was a lot of work to take care of a family.

Mom got sick and no one was there but me. She didn’t have a husband to care for her, to hold her hand, rub her back. To be there. And now I don’t have anyone. No mom. No dad. Because she chose the wrong guy.

I don’t need that in my life. I need someone who puts my needs before his own. Someone who’ll stick around for the long haul.

Danny’s not that guy.

Danny’s the kind of guy you date, but don’t marry. The kind you—screw.

He’s the one you have that last, hot fling with before you marry the right guy. Danny’s the one you sow wild oats with.

Man, would I ever like to sow some oats with Danny. I lean my forehead on the cool tile, letting the thought soak into my skin. His cock buried deep inside me as he pumps his hips, the way my fingers did. Imagining him there is easy. I’ve been doing that for years.

Seeing him touching himself, thinking about how those hands would feel on my body and in me. His dick rubbing the places inside I can’t reach. His mouth on my breasts, but with no clothes to mute the feel of his slippery tongue on my nipple. His hands on my butt, pulling me against him, touching that place he touched the other day that sent a surge of electricity through me.

And I want so badly for him to do it again.

It would be so easy to give in. He did tell me to just say the word and he could make it happen. I bet I could call him right now. Would he? Heck, he might still be right outside. Naked. Hot and naked.

But could he keep an affair secret? Forever? Or will he rub my face in it for eternity?

Will I get married and, ten years from now, have Danny staring at me over the Thanksgiving turkey, his shit-eating grin reminding me he knows what’s under my dress?

Of course he would. He’s Danny.

I finish rinsing my hair and get out of the shower.

No. This stops now, or I’ll forever regret it.

I probably already will.





At the women’s shelter, I stack the blocks for the third time only to have chubby little hands smash them into rubble on the brightly colored rug. Two tiny teeth peek out from behind a cherub’s smile, and little brown eyes light up. Xavier waves his arms in the air, squealing.