“Come for me,” he whispered in my ear, thrusting as deeply as he could go. My muscles locked as an orgasm rocketed through me, spreading an inferno of bliss from my head to where my toes curled into the mattress.
Rhett showed no signs of slowing down, continuing to see-saw in and out me. His name spilled from my mouth like a revered chant until I could no longer speak at all. Soon the only sounds in the room were the creaking of the bed, slick skin hitting slick skin, and the moans that poured continuously from my raw throat.
We stopped at some point, after the first time he came inside me. I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, strands of hair stuck to my forehead.
When I finally managed to move my body Rhett’s hands locked me in place, grabbing hold of my hips.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
He flipped me around so that I was on all fours, sliding his cock back inside me.
CHAPTER TEN
RHETT
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d spent the night with a woman.
Nova made four.
And cuddling had never been part of the deal. Maybe because those chicks knew who I was, they weren’t under any illusion. Outside of them, in the early days, I indulged all the bitches that through themselves at my feet, attracted to the subtle aura of darkness that emanated from me.
None of them would ever be able to handle who I really was. Accept this wasn’t some act, or a game.
They’d cower in terror if they knew how much blood stained my hands. Heard the fucked-up thoughts constantly cycling through my head. Saw the world as I did.
Eventually, I became a pick-y bastard. I’d accepted that I’d spend a great deal of my life alone, but even the worst of us want someone to call our own.
And then, along came Nova Morkav. The girl curled up in my arms wasn’t anything like my usual type. She’d been close to the truth when referring to me as a stalker. I’d been watching for a while now. Less than twenty-four hours a day, so it wasn’t on a creepy or crazy level. I liked studying her, it’d become something of a hobby.
Even now, I was memorizing the tattoos on her wrists and arms. She had a few in other places. Most were henna-esque except for the butterflies in various places.
I trailed a finger down her side, and she didn’t so much as stir.
I’d worn her out, staying in her pussy until it all but evicted my dick. Exhaustion burned behind my own eyes, but I was used to it. I slept in spurts, not hours.
There were a few things I could have been up working on, things that would help me get the fuck out of this rinky-dink town and home faster, but my arm was currently being used as a pillow. I could do it in a few, when the sun came up. Being immobile helped me think and there was still one issue I hadn’t resolved yet, Nova Morkav.
Playing my cards right, she’d continue to be with me of her own free will. For now, at least. I knew how this would go eventually, though. Sooner or later we’d both have to spill our dirty secrets, and I had to admit, I was looking forward to hearing hers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NOVA
I breathed deeply, in and out, curling my fingers into my palm.
My body felt every bit of last night’s events, specifically my vagina. I glanced between my legs, wincing at the puffiness. It looked like a hoagie roll. I had no regrets, though. The sex had been more than worth it. Rhett was amazing. It didn’t him long to figure out exactly where and how to touch me.
Unable to get more than another drop out, I wiped as gently as I could and stood up.
I was glad I hadn’t worn jeans. No way were these lips going into denim.
The reflection in the mirror was flushed, exhausted even though I’d slept longer than I usually did. Once my hands were washed and my mouth rinsed again, I went to find Rhett, finger combing my hair and checking my notifications on the way.
It was going on ten after ten, so his house was active, and all the sound seemed to be coming from one main area—the kitchen. I followed the voices and smell of food. I’d never done this whole fling thing before, but Rhett hadn’t kicked me out right after we finished so I took that to mean he would be taking me home.
I walked in surveying the scene. The guy with hair prettier than mine was standing in front of the fridge, donning a pair of Family Guy pajamas, a carton of orange juice at his lips. A redhead who could give Jessica Rabbit a run for her money sat at the breakfast bar.