“You want me to take you from behind?” I ask, my voice gravel.
She presses back against me in answer.
“Say it, honey.” I just want to make sure she’s awake and completely onboard with the fun we’re about to have.
“It’s hard for me,” she whispers, the arch of her foot tracing my calf.
It’s very hard, my body agrees. I want her so badly. “You mean it’s hard…to say the words aloud?”
She nods, so I know she’s really awake.
“Dirty talk weirds you out a little.”
“I love it on you,” she says, and I smile in the dark.
“Well.” I lift her knee and slip my cock between her legs, just brushing her sweet pussy to tempt her. We both groan, because she’s already wet. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” I roll her nipple between my fingertips to make the point.
“Mmm,” she whimpers. “Fuck me. Do it right now. You have morning skate and I have work and you sent me that dick pic, you fucking tease.”
“Delfie,” I whisper, running my cockhead over her clit.
“Give. It. To. Me,” she whines.
As I am not a stupid man, I don’t make her ask again. I lift her knee high, and she gasps as I push inside her tight heat. And now I’m gasping, too. We had a quick chat about birth control and health status last week, but this is our first time together since. And it’s heaven. With a groan, I start to thrust. She grips the covers and pushes back against me. We find our rhythm, and my shaking hand snakes around her hip so I can touch her. My fingertips meet soft, supple flesh and she moans my name.
Fuck, I’m a goner. She feels so good around my aching dick. I give it to her hard and fast, and I’ll bet it’s not sixty seconds later when I feel my body gather in on itself. “Jesus, baby,” I groan into her ear. “Gotta come right now.”
She squeezes her legs together and turns her face toward mine. Our tongues touch for the first time in a week as I burst inside her, moaning and rutting like the desperate man I am. And she shivers and shudders, her pussy clenching around me as she follows me over the edge.
A minute later she’s turned to flop onto my chest. We’re both panting like sprinters. We are sprinters tonight. I think I set a land-speed record for sex. The taxi that brought me home from the airport probably hasn’t made it out of Yorkville yet.
I start laughing, and it bounces Hailey on my chest.
“What’s so funny,” she slurs.
“Us. Quickest quickie ever.”
“Good hustle,” she says against my pec. “Good foot speed. Dick speed.”
I laugh some more. I’m totally beat but totally happy, too. “Sorry we didn’t talk much this week. I hope you know it’s not because I don’t care.”
“Not exactly sitting around watching reruns here, babe. I worked twelve-hour days. Have you ever been to Niagara Falls?”
“Mmm?” I’m sleepy, and the change of subject has confused me.
“I keep forgetting you’re not from around here,” she says. “The falls are really impressive. The biggest torrent of water you’ve ever seen. That’s what business at Fetch has been like since Blake made his TV testimonial. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Her voice is sounding further and further away. “Matt? Honey?”
Sleep takes me away.
Hailey
Matt is in California now. That quickie we had last week was one of our few moments together. I went to his home game with Jenny, sitting in his row-D seats. But I was on call, and when two Fetchers called in sick afterward, I had to do a night shift for the first time in months.
The team is playing San Jose tomorrow night, so they’re in California already. They’re eating an early dinner somewhere gorgeous tonight, and Matt just texted me a shot of him and Wesley at a dockside restaurant, munching on shrimp and sampling wines.
I’m spending the evening with…data. Lots of data. Instead of shrimp, I have granola bars. Instead of wine I’ve got…water. Even coffee is out of the question because I hit my caffeine limit hours ago.
It’s not glam, but I’m not bitter. I love data. I really do. It’s infinitely interesting and it never misses your dinner reservation. It doesn’t whisper sexy things into your ear from afar, but then end the call suddenly when the charter jet is about to take off.
All right. Maybe I’m just a little bitter. But not at Matt.
If I were going to blame anyone for my twelve-hour workdays, it should be Jackson. Even though we’re full-tilt right now, he’s the one who won’t let this crazy expansion idea die. He gave me a spiel about how the property was going to get snapped up if we didn’t act fast. It sounded like an infomercial. It sounded like his father, damn it.
Unfortunately I voiced this opinion a couple of hours ago, and it didn’t go well.
“What’s the hurry?” I’d pressed when my ex came into my office to ask me what I thought of the idea. Again.
Jackson had rubbed the back of his neck, as if in pain. “He wants us to get the spot, that’s all.”
“Jax?” I asked carefully. “Does your father own that building?”
His frown deepened. “Yeah. But so what. He owns this one.” Jackson spread his arms to indicate our current office space.
“But this one is cheap,” I pointed out. “Why’s he so desperate to get us into that pricey spot?” I don’t trust that man. And worse—I don’t trust Jackson to stand up to him.
“He can’t hold it for us forever. That’s all.”
I studied Jackson, the same way I had since we were kids. He was still fussing with his neck, and he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked as jumpy as a man who had fleas.
“I’ll give you an answer by Tuesday,” I said slowly. “There’s still work to be done.”
That had satisfied him. Or maybe it hadn’t, but at any rate he’d disappeared.
Now it’s nine p.m. and I’m rolling around in data, trying to get a handle on the question of my company’s future. Plenty of promising businesses have put themselves on a collision course with the sun by trying to grow too fast. I don’t want that to happen to this company that I love. Although a little part of me—the part that’s sitting here alone and pathetic on a Friday night—is tempted to take the half-million dollars Mr. Emery wants to give me and walk away. To let Jackson run this place into the ground.
Ack. No. That idea fills me with horror. That’s a solution for people who don’t care. But I do care, damn it.