They both groaned. He pumped in and out of her as he sucked her nipple through her top. The orgasm rushed at her, ripping through her with a force that made her gasp. As she came, Tiny gave a shout, pausing before pulling out and then driving deep.
When he drew away, his gaze was intense, his face serious. “This isn’t over.”
Yeah, somehow, she wasn’t so sure.
Chapter Thirteen
“Come on, Reagan. You need to quit moping and have some fun,” Tara told her. “A night out with the girls is just what you need.”
Reagan shook her head. A night out with the girls was the last thing she wanted. She was exhausted. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t eat.
Tiny had left two weeks ago, and she was a mess. He’d called her a few times. But talking on the phone wasn’t easy. She didn’t know what to say, and he wasn’t the greatest conversationalist.
She’d taken this time to think like he’d suggested, and she’d decided this was madness. She loved him. Hopefully, he felt the same about her. Reagan sighed, feeling nervous. No, he loved her. He had to.
She’d decided to quit her job and move to Austin. She could get a new job. It would be hard to start again. But it would be worth it to be with Tiny. She’d sent through an email to her boss just a few minutes ago with her resignation.
“No, thanks,” she told Tara. “There’s something I need to tell you, though. I’m resigning.”
“What?” Tara gaped at her.
“Yes. I told Lionel he’d be an idiot to get rid of you, though, and I will provide any references you need. I—”
“Reagan, wait up.” Tara held up her hand. “Don’t worry about that. Why did you resign? Because of Tiny?”
“Yes. I’ve given two weeks’ notice, but I’m going to fly to Austin tonight to tell him. I—I can’t be without him, Tara.”
“You love him.”
“Yes. I love him. And he better damn well love me, too.”
Tara grinned. “You get him, girl.” She hugged Reagan who stiffened in surprise. But after a few seconds, she clasped her arms around the shorter girl. “I’ll miss you.”
Reagan smiled. “I’ll miss you, too.”
Tara’s phone beeped. “Damn, that will be Tilly. She’s picking me up. Do you need us to take you to the airport?”
“No. I’ll be fine. Tara, thanks.”
Tara looked at her in surprise. “For what?”
“For being my friend.”
“Hey, you don’t have to thank me. And I’m always going to be your friend, Reagan.” Reaching out, she grabbed hold of her hand, squeezing it. “Good luck!”
“I don’t believe in luck. But thanks anyway.”
Reagan drove home. She had a few hours until her flight, so she packed up her bag. Checked she had everything she needed three times then called for a taxi. She grabbed her bag and left, locking the door. She’d wait out on the street.
***
“What is this?” Hunter stormed into the staff room where Tiny was cleaning the plate he’d brought in this morning, filled with chocolate caramel slice.
“Piece of paper?” Tiny asked dryly.
“Have those all gone?” Hunter looked at the empty plate mournfully. “Damn greedy bastards, I barely got any.”
“So, I didn’t see you scoff down three pieces at lunch?” Cady asked as she entered the room. She winked over at Tiny.