I chuckle softly. It’s an enticing idea, but I’ll have to pass. “No. I don’t have another in me. Not tonight.”
“Shame,” Cara replies as she tilts her head against my chest to look up at me. “I only came once.”
“Hm. Once more than you deserve,” I point out, and she sticks her pretty pink tongue out before settling back against me.
Had I planned such a thing, I would wring her out fordaysbefore allowing her an orgasm. I hadn’t expected her to wantanycontact from me at all. Am I that easy to manipulate? A bit of pussy and forgiving Cara doesn’t seem like that much of a challenge.
I roll my eyes because I know I’m not against what has happened either.
The sight of her in my lap, fucking me for all she’s worth, will be a favorite in my mind's eyes.
I take a deep breath and the bruises across my chest pull in protest, but I swallow the groan. Pain I am used to, pain I can enjoy. But now that I’m sober and sated, embarrassment tinges my thoughts of the crash.
Getting caught off guard by the Russians should never have happened. A pulse of tension moves through me, and I force my focus onto the splashing of water as Cara lifts one of her legs and runs her fingers through the soap suds gathered there.
“Will it make you feel better to know that I tried to get myself off when you weren’t here, and it didn’t work?” she asks.
If she’s trying to distract me, it’s working.
“Excuse me?”
“When you were gone, I tried to get off, and I couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” She sets her leg back into the water and scoops some suds into her hands. “I drank a lot of wine and was trying to think of how to make it up to you. And I was jealous because Sadie had sent me a picture of you in a club, and Blair was all over you.”
“Ahhh, so you were jealous?” I tease though it’s forced. I don’t want to think about Blair inanycapacity.
“No!” Cara exclaims, heavy with indignation, but I laugh it off.
“So, when I was in a car crashing with Russians trying to kill me, you were here, rubbing one out because you were jealous about where I was and who I was with?” I ask, my lips curling up in a teasing smile. Cara shoots up and swivels to face me, her eyes and mouth wide.
“When you put it like that, it sounds terrible!” she exclaims, pouting when she notices my smirk. I skate a palm through the water and up her arm, narrowing my eyes.
“What did you think about while you were trying to get yourself off?” I ask.
“Does that even matter?”
I nod.
“You,” she relents softly, “All the ways to make it up to you because… because when you fucked me in the hall, even though you were angry, we both came. We both enjoyed it, even if I don’t understand why. So I thought about all the things you would do to me, but it didn’t work.”
“As I said, not all sex is soft.Love makingis a thing on its own, but raw sex? Raw energy and power? That’s thegoodkind of sex.”
“Hmph,” Cara shakes her head. “Anyway, I couldn’t reach my end.”
“Oh really?” I quirk a brow, running my left hand down her parted thigh and dipping under the waterline. She gasps softly and shoots out a hand to grip my shoulder with one hand, bracing herself as I reach her folds and tease through them to seek out her entrance.
“Yes,” she gasps, and her fingernails dig into my shoulder as I slide two fingers deep into her core. She’s lava hot around my fingers, muscles clenching rapidly.
“That’s because you were a virgin when I fucked you,” I purr, “and when I did that, I broke your pussy in for my cock and my cock alone.”
Her cheeks flush a darker crimson that seeps down her throat, and I catch a flash of white as her teeth snag her lower lip and she closes her eyes. I crook my fingers slightly, and she gasps again, shifting her body in the water before I pull my fingers free and settle back in the tub. Her eyes flicker open, snapping to me filled with accusation.
“Like I said,” I smirked, “you don’t deserve any more. Not yet.”
Cara frowns deeply, and she turns away from me so quickly that her breasts bounce and water sloshes up the side of the bathtub. I chuckle, sliding my hand around her waist to secure her to me as her skin heats up with embarrassment.