He rubs just enough to bring me into the zone. Then, without warning, he pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips. I watch in stunned silence as he licks my cream into his mouth.
His hand darts out and slaps my ass again, this time a little more playfully. “Now, stand up and get dressed,” he orders.
What the hell? We can't be done here!
“Huh? Why?” I stutter.
“Because somebody needs to go upstairs and make sure the coast is clear. If you don't see your ma or Joan putzing around, we'll go right back to fucking, and I won't even have to gag you this time.”
Asshole.
I'm smiling, trying to fix my screwed up sex hair as I quickly dress. Asshole or not, I want to hurry up and return to this bed as soon as I can. Anything to have him inside me again.
“How the hell am I going to survive the rest of the summer?” I ask him, pulling my shirt down over my belly.
Ty folds his hands behind his head and shrugs. “Fucked if I know. Good thing we've got about seven or eight weeks before my old man has me arrested for hanging here. That's plenty of time, and I'm gonna do more than break you in. Your pussy's gonna fit my dick like a goddamned glove by the time I ship off for Alaska. That's a fucking promise.”#p#分页标题#e#
I wish I could make him promise not to leave.
Tomorrow's a complete mystery to me, and so is next week. It doesn't bother me as much as it will later. Today, all I want to do is fuck my step-brother a few more times until I can't move.
Is that so wrong? And if it is, I've got a bad feeling I won't know what's right ever again.
I'm dragging on Monday morning.
Every time I stand up, walk, or even just sit with my legs stretched out, my body reminds me of the filthy fuckfest we had all through the night.
Ty on top of me. Ty thrusting into me from behind, pinching my ass cheeks tight in his hands, shoving my face into the pillows. Screaming my pleasure to the steady clap of his balls against my skin. Ty all around me, burying me, owning me, fucking me, growling threats into my ear about all the ways he's going to make me crave him forever.
God. I think I know how a freshly fired pistol feels.
The worst part? He's absolutely right.
I'm on day two since getting my v-card punched, and I'm already hooked to this man and his savage bedroom ride. And if that's not incredible enough, Ty got up early to drive me into work. It's hard to be around him all dressed up, thinking about the ways he can mess up my neat business outfit all over again.
I can barely concentrate during the team meeting this morning, much less this list building exercise Dan Jacobsen wants done by the week's end.
The names wash over me. I see nothing but vulgar, sweaty, tattooed fucking in every name and email I click through. The gutter has officially pulled my mind in deep.
Of course, none of it changes the fact that we're going to face a terrible reckoning when Ty really has to leave. I'm not sure what'll happen. It hurts just to think about it.
This crazy thing can't last, can it? But I don't want it to be over. Not when it's barely begun.
I bite my lip, working as well as I can, imagining all the insane possibilities. I'm seriously considering joining him in Alaska after my internship ends. It's starting to sound a lot better than struggling to move into a high priced apartment in Seattle for whatever political gig I can wrangle up next.
No, I don't want anything to do with Mom's Senate campaign. I'm still pissed she's decided to march to Gary's brutal drum. If she can rationalize him kicking Ty out and leaving him cold, what else will she cave in to?
And I definitely don't want a cent more from the billionaire prick who wipes his shoes on his own son the same way he does to the rest of the world. I don't care if he bought me a car. He's a total bastard who puts appearances over everything else.
“Claire.” There's a knock at my cubicle.
I spin around and see Dan standing there, tall and genteel in his dark brown suit. “What's up?”
“I'd like to see you in my office at the end of the day. There's a special project we need to discuss.” He pauses and winks. “Don't worry. Nothing about the quality of your work. That's been fantastic, and I can see the lists are going splendidly.”
“I'll be there.”
Dan doesn't wait another second. He takes off and leaves me staring, wondering what the hell he's got in mind.
Ugh. I guess there's such a thing as working too well.
I don't exactly want more responsibilities dumped on me with Ty tempting me to follow him to the ends of planet earth. Having a quiet, lazy summer is starting to sound really good, especially if it's the only way I'll get to be alone with him. Well, before I have to make another fateful decision about uprooting my life.