“Like that,” I managed to say. “Do it like that again.”
He eased out and pounded into me again. I moaned loudly and dug my nails into his shoulders. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end, but within a couple minutes, I couldn’t help coming. Hard. I wrapped my legs around him and screamed as the orgasm pulled me under, the sensation spreading through my entire body.
“Oh my God,” I said, breathless. “That was . . .”
Bennett kissed my lips softly and I felt him smiling. “Yeah.”
He got up to go to the bathroom. I felt myself sliding deeper into the relaxation that had overtaken me. What time was it? Not that it mattered because I had a lot more uninhibited sex ahead of me tonight. After I rested my eyes for a minute.
I woke up feeling groggy, squinting at the sunlight streaming in my window. Whose idea were those white curtains that blocked no light, anyway?
Mine, but it had been a design choice by sober Charlotte. Hungover Charlotte would have gone with room-darkening black.
I sat up and looked at the clock. 8:20. Great. I was late for work. I had no hearings this morning, but still . . . coming in late the morning after Riley had gotten the juvenile job made me look like a slacker who didn’t deserve it.
My eyes flew open as I looked down at my naked body. I grabbed at the covers frantically, pulling them up over my breasts.
Oh, shit. I’d brought a man home last night. A random man. And we’d . . .
Shit, shit, shit. He was probably in my kitchen right now, making coffee or something.
I slid out of bed and ran to my dresser for a shirt. There was a piece of white paper sitting on top of the dresser. I picked it up.
Charlotte,
Had to go to work. Didn’t want to wake you. I had a great time last night. Would love to take you out soon.
Bennett
His phone number was written beneath his name. I just stared at the message, my heart beating like a drum.
I’d waited a year and a half to have sex with the first man I’d slept with. Eight months with the second. Seven months with Riley. And maybe an hour with this guy Bennett, who I was damn lucky had been sane. I’d read cases in law school about murder victims who’d done what I did last night.
I’d been stupid, careless, and impulsive. And my walk of shame would take me to my office, where my bucket was likely full of rainwater and Riley would be taking over his new job.
Hell. It wasn’t my finest hour. But I’d still have to pop some Tylenol and do this thing.
I crumpled up Bennett’s note and tossed it in my bathroom trash can. Someday this lapse in judgment would be a distant memory.
Two months later
Bennett
“Hurry up. I need that big cock in my mouth.”
I arched a brow at the woman next to me on my doorstep. Alayna was hot and her panties had hit the floor as soon as I told her I was on the Flyers. But I kind of wished she’d stop talking.
“I’m gonna suck it like a big, fat lollipop,” she said, grabbing at my crotch. “You want me to suck that lollipop, papi?”
Ugh. What I wanted was for her to shut the fuck up. I turned the door handle and slid to the side until her death grip on my junk loosened.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” I said, slipping off my leather coat. “My roommate’s gone.”
Alayna pouted. “That’s too bad. I would’ve done both of you.”
She kicked off her high heels and pulled her shirt off over her head. Her big tits spilled out of a tight red bra. They filled up my large hands, and I groaned with satisfaction when I realized they were real.
This was just what I needed. A hot, willing woman to get my mind off Charlotte. I’d waited a month for her to call me, not looking twice at another woman the whole time. Hell, I’d even had Liam call my phone one evening so I could make sure it was working.
But nothing. She’d never so much as texted. The second month, I’d decided to put it behind me and move on, but it’d been harder than I’d expected.
I was still thinking about those curls. That laugh. And the way she’d felt in my arms that night. But apparently none of it had meant a thing to her.
“Will you wear your mask thing?” Alayna asked me.
“My mask thing?”
“Yeah, you know . . . the hockey mask.”
I furrowed my brow, confused. “You want me to fuck you with my mask on?”
“Oh, yeah. And maybe you could wear your jersey, too?” She licked her lips.
Fuck this. It was turning into more trouble than it was worth.
“Uh . . . my gear’s all at the rink,” I said.
Her face fell. I was trying to think of a way to get rid of her when someone knocked on my door. When I opened it, my mouth fell open with shock.
“Charlotte?”
It wasn’t just seeing her that surprised the hell out of me, but also the way she looked. Even in the dim glow of the porch light, I could see that something was up. Her arms were wrapped protectively around herself. She was pale, with dark circles under her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked.