About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(19)

Panting from anticipation, I climbed onto the bed and over Belinda, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “I’m going to eat you till you scream…Maya.”

Her eyes rolled back into her head at my blunt statement and it drove me wild. I pushed her legs open, lowered my face, and ate her like I was Pooh Bear and her * was the sweetest pot of honey. She came in my mouth, then she came again, harder, but it didn’t calm me. In fact, it only spurred me on. I was on fire, burning alive from the inside out.

I was about to combust; my hot, heavy cock told me so.

With Belinda in a delirious state, I moved down her body, settled between her legs, discreetly suited up, and gently entered her slick *. I worked her slowly at first, and just as I’d predicted, soon she had her claws in me and was panting, “Harder. Goddamn it, harder!”

Fuck today’s run. It had nothing on the workout I was getting right now. I thrust harder and watched as her mouth gaped, her eyes opening wide. I had it. I was hitting her sweet spot. I loved this part. My mouth turned up in a cocky smirk.

Slowing down, I pulled out then thrust hard. I did this again and again and, finally, she clamped around me, contracting as she came, her body taut, her eyes fluttering in bliss. She rode it out as I worked her hard.

Then, it was my turn.

I placed my hands up by the sides of her head and thrust eagerly, punishingly. She would feel me tomorrow; there was no doubt about that. I pushed into her again and again, and when I fixed on her face, I caught her soft, sleepy smile.

It caught me by surprise. My mind was overrun with thoughts of how Maya would look as she came. And with that, my balls tightened and I stilled deep inside Belinda, letting out an animalistic shout as I came.

My body slumped and I collapsed, breathless, on top of Belinda. She was warm and soft and welcoming. As her arms came around me and she ran her fingers up and down my back, muttering an astonished, “Wow,” I felt like shit for the mere fact that this beautiful woman hadn’t made me come, but a figment of my screwed imagination.

I was going to hell.




At three a.m., my body lay exhausted in my bed, but my brain wouldn’t quit. I stared at the text I had just written.

Me: Why is it that I had sex with a woman tonight, but couldn’t stop thinking of you?

I stared at it a long time before I deleted the draft, switched off my phone, and lay in bed, awake and drained. I reclined awake to witness a beautiful sunrise, only I took no pleasure in the pretty splashes of orange and pink.

At that moment, I hated that sunrise almost as much as I hated my weakness.





Chapter Twelve



Mia



It had been four long days since I had spoken to Quinn. Sure, we’d sent the occasional text in that time, but I was longing to hear his voice, which was stupid, because I didn’t like the way I felt when we spoke. I felt on edge, unnerved.

Perhaps that was the difference. I had known about Matt Quinn for so long that I was positive he would never do anything to hurt me—not on purpose anyway.

He was safe. I could never have a relationship with him, because of his friendship with my brother. Not that he’d ever want me in that way, and if my brother trusted him, it was all I needed to know that he was a good guy. My brother had always been a good judge of character, and even though he was a jock growing up, he never befriended *s. See? Safe.

It was my first day of work, and having spent the last few days in my apartment near memorizing complete websites of information, I felt confident today would be a good day.

I woke at six a.m., showered, dressed in my standard business wear of a feminine white shirt, high-waisted black pants, and heels, then added light make-up, and sorted my chaotic hair into a sophisticated chignon. I was happy with my appearance. I had come a long way in a mere forty-minutes.

After spending most of my weekend with Bill and Terry, we were becoming fast friends. I found myself telling them things I had never told other people. In a single evening, I told them about my crush on Quinn and how it began. I told them about my being so overweight that I started to develop health issues. And finally, I told them about my being a virgin. I blamed the wine.

Terry seemed to be locked in a state of shock, whereas Bill seemed to accept everything with a soft smile and nod, never interrupting. Terry, however, interrupted, and always managed to do this in a most dramatic way. The common curses used were, “Shut up!” and a gasped, “Oh, my God, no!” He would sometimes add a, “Nuh-uh. I don’t believe it!” or a “You’re kidding! Tell me you’re kidding!”

Terry had made me a project. And while this would normally have me running for the hills, I didn’t mind so much, knowing Bill would be there to manage the Terry situation.

Take last night for example. The guys had dragged me away from my computer long enough to get me nice and tipsy on wine before Terry pulled out a pharmacy bag. My gut sank. I didn’t even want to know what was in there.

Smiling like the Mona Lisa, Terry pulled two boxes out of the bag and held one up. And I choked on my own saliva. Coughing, I shook my head and wheezed out a firm, “No!”

Terry’s smile vanished. He came to kneel by my spot on the sofa, tilting his head in a most pathetic way and begging, “Oh, please? Why not?”

I held the box in my hand and gave him a look that said, ‘You know why!’