Peter magically made one appear in his hand as he placed it in his mouth and rubbed the tip of his dick against me.
Instead of it turning me on more, it made my stomach turn.
Everything felt wrong. Me on him, his hands on me, his dick pressed against my body.
No.
This isn’t what I want.
“Wait,” I panted as I placed my hands on his chest.
Stopping him now would be a total bitch move and I knew it. I slid off of him and wrapped my hand around his dick, moving it up and down slowly as he dropped his head back.
“Jesus . . . you’ve gotten better at hand jobs.”
I smiled as I fought to keep the bile down.
“Suck on me, Paislie. Show me what you’ve learned.”
I swallowed hard. I hated what I was doing and I sure as hell didn’t want to put his dick in my mouth. It dawned on me it was the middle of the morning and anyone could walk by and see us.
Looking around quickly, I sped my hand up as he pumped his hips. “Oh fuck.”
Twisting and pulling, I quickly had him calling out my name as he covered his dick and came in his hand.
“Fucking hell, that was nice.”
Nice? What a dick.
When he opened his eyes he looked at me. “Your turn.”
I shook my head and chewed on the corner of my lip. “Peter, I’m sorry I led you on. I . . . well I recently broke up with my boyfriend and I thought I was ready to do this, but I can’t. Hell, I mean . . . I want to . . . but I’m not ready.”
His eyes softened. “Is that why you finished me off with your hand?”
I slowly nodded. He grabbed a shirt that had been in the back seat and cleaned himself up. When he was finished, he placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him. His lips softly kissed mine. I wanted to feel something so desperately, but I felt nothing.
Peter sat back and searched my face. “He really hurt you?”
With a shrug, I winked and said, “Should be used to it, right?”
He slowly shook his head. “No. And I’m glad you stopped us, Paislie. I would never want you to do something you didn’t want to do.”
With a weak grin, I shook my head. “I wonder what would have happened if you hadn’t left.”
His face grew into a huge smile as his cheeks flushed. “I would have gone to college, struggled to pay my way, asked you to marry me and you probably would have said yes because we are the only thing we ever knew. Maybe had a kid or two and probably would have ended up divorcing by the time we hit thirty.”
I couldn’t help it as I busted out laughing. “You’ve thought about this?”
He shook his head as he chuckled. “Nah, but I have thought about you a lot.”
“Be careful out there fighting for our country,” I whispered as I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Enjoy the race.”
On that note, I quickly got out of the car. “Wait. At least let me walk you up to your apartment.”
I narrowed my eyes as he held up his hands. “I honestly only want to use your bathroom super quick and I swear I’ll behave.”
Before motioning for him to head in, I caught a glimpse of a man standing across the street.
Ugh. He probably just got off by watching us in the car.
Turning quickly, I shut the door and silently made a vow that I’d never try public sex in the daytime ever again.
KATHLEEN WALKED ONTO THE BUS and placed a manila envelope on the counter before turning and looking back at me. “It’s been a while since you’ve sought me out for work.”
Reaching into the refrigerator, I grabbed a beer for each of us. She reached her hand out and happily took it. I popped the top off and took a long drink.
“Congrats on the win by the way.”
With a fake smile, I replied, “Thanks.”
She gave me that look only a mother could give as she waited patiently for me to explain why I had asked her to have Paislie followed for the last few weeks.
“I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.”
“Did you hurt her? Break up with her or something?”
“Something like that.”
Kathleen dragged in a deep breath and quickly expelled it as she opened the envelope.
“I didn’t do the work. I had one of my guys who works the Dallas area for me on it. From the reports it seems like your girl has had herself buried inside her apartment and barely ever leaves.”
My head pulled back. “Work?”
“She’s going to work, but that’s about all. She does go to St. Patrick’s a lot and recently started going on Sundays.”
I couldn’t help the small smile that played across my face. I knew how much that church and Sister Elizabeth meant to Paislie.
“Looks like she has a friend by the name of Annie McCarthy. She stops by often but they never go out. She usually brings take out and stays for a few hours before leaving.”
My heart sank, but at the same time I was relieved to know Paislie hadn’t been going out or seeing anyone.
“But then today I got a call from my guy. Said he was sending me some pictures. Looks like your girl met someone at a small café earlier this morning. Couldn’t get info on the guy; he was driving a rental car.”