“Damn. That was a promising angle,” he said, exhaling hard. “Okay. Well, it’s out. So what are you thinking now?”
“I’m working on the doorman angle,” I told him. “Can you run a check for me? I don’t have my laptop right now.”
“Yeah. Give me a name. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. We just got two new clients, so it might be a couple of hours.”
With that, we hung up, and I went to grab myself some lunch, hating the fact that I didn’t have anything else to work on right then to distract me from thinking about all that shit.
Her in my house.
Her in my favorite spots in the town.
Looking like she fit right in at all those places.
Then, of course, her with a little foamy cream on the tip of her nose as she let out a moan that I felt in my dick as we stood there on the street.
I don’t know what the fuck happened to my self-control at that moment, but there seemed to be nothing holding me back from grabbing her, from sealing my lips over mine, from exploring her with my lips and teeth and tongue, feeling her soft body melt into mine as I did so.
All I could think about wasmore.
More kissing. Down her neck, between her breasts, down her belly, between her thighs.
And the sound of her moaning urging me on as I went.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I let myself back into her apartment with my cock straining in my pants, making me feel like a goddamn horny teenager as I put my to-go drink down on the counter in the kitchen before making my way through the guest room, then into the bathroom I’d been using.
My hand worked with impatient fingers on my button and zipper before reaching in and pulling out my straining cock.
I thought about her there on her knees in front of me, her plump lips parting around my dick as I stroked myself, as I tried to purge myself of the need that was courting through my body, despite everything within me knowing that nothing was going to ease it but finally getting to fulfill the fantasy.
To strip her bare.
To lick, nip, suck, her into a frenzy before settling between her thick thighs and surging inside of her.
That was the only real relief from the feelings I was dealing with.
But that didn’t stop me from fisting my cock, bringing myself up and through a powerful orgasm that made me have to slam a hand on the countertop to keep myself upright as it moved through me.
“Christ,” I hissed afterward as I washed my hands, looking up at my reflection in the mirror. “Get it the fuck together,” I demanded, rolling my neck, then reaching into my bag for my meds, realizing I hadn’t taken them because I hadn’t gone out first thing for my coffee like I normally would have.
I wasn’t ashamed on being on meds. They kept me even. But that didn’t mean that everyone around me knew about them. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I’d ever told Sawyer or Tig about them.
Though, objectively, Sawyer would probably understand more than anyone else.
He was the one who’d seen me almost at my worst. Almost. He’d been the one to drag me out of the woods and force some normalcy back into my life. He gave me a reason to climb out of bed, to get dressed, to be a functioning member of society again.
That said, he didn’t know my lowest of lows.
And the crazy part was that I’d been so close to telling Miranda about that phase in my life. Not just because it would help her feel better, either, but rather… I just wanted her to know.
I’d spent a lot of time with a lot of different women in my life. Flings, mostly, but some lasting weeks or even months of casual fun where we were with each other almost day and night.
Not a single one of them knew me, not really.
They knew parts of me, of course.
But not anything past surface level.
Up until a day or so ago, I didn’t want anyone to know me deeper than that. Yet there was no mistaking that some part of me wanted to let Miranda all the way in.