“That’s right, baby.” I worked her faster, giving her exactly what she wanted. She clawed at my back, looked toward the ceiling, and then she screamed. She rode my hand as she milked out every last bit of the pleasure I gave her.
She practically melted against me. Her legs slid down my back as she tried to right herself and stand up.
I didn’t let her go all the way to the floor though. I held her little body in my arms and mumbled, “Where’s your room?”
She was about to answer and then her phone went off. A twangy country voice belted out something about acting like a lady.
Vick shoved away from me. “Oh my God,” she mumbled as she searched for the phone.
She scrambled to silence it.
“Do you need to answer that?” I asked.
“No!” she yelped.
“Kinda late for a phone call.”
She wrapped her arms back around my neck. “It wasn’t important.”
Her lips pursed and her jaw tightened. Her body coiled with so much tension, I could feel it ready to snap. I stepped back to assess, to figure out if we should continue what we were doing.
“What happened to a nuclear bomb not stopping you?” she taunted, determination in her eyes.
I told myself I went to her because she was a willing body and damn good lay. I told myself I didn’t care about being the one to unwind that tension. I told myself I didn’t care about wanting to make that look in her eyes disappear.
I told myself I didn’t care.
Still, I stayed by her side until I saw her happiness return.
10
Vick
I crackedopen one mascara-crusted eye. The side of the bed he would have been on was empty.
I sighed. Figured he’d have left before the sun came up.
I couldn’t complain though. Jett Stonewood was handing out orgasms like free candy. And, well, I was acting like a little kid with a sweet tooth.
Lying in bed thinking about his bedroom skills would have made for a relaxing and probably pleasurable Sunday. But I had wasted too much time thinking about him already. Jett, I decided, checked only one box for me. I needed someone to check off a lot more than that before I spent any more time on them than I already had on that man.
I jumped out of bed and called Brey. She was the one person I could count on here in Chicago.
“Hello?” she answered on the third ring with her usual polite tone. I don’t think I’d ever heard that tone change except when she answered a call from Jax.
“Hey, lover!” I would amp her up for the day along with everyone else if I had to. “What are your plans for the day?”
“Well, Jax seems to think I should stop decorating. I wanted to go shop for a vase but he says”—I heard him yelling in the background—“we don’t need any more vases.”
“You always need more vases,” I disagreed.
“Exactly. I told him he could help me look, but he’s laughing and working on his laptop right now.”
“What is with the Stonewoods and working?”
“Right?” she sighed. “Actually, I should probably be working because Jett will be on his Monday Rampage tomorrow.”
I threw on some athleisure clothing as I responded, “Girl, just call in sick. He can’t fire you. Better yet, tell him you can’t be there on Mondays. Then you can avoid it forever.”