She, the Kingdom (She #1)(49)
“Oh f*ck,” Max groaned, lapping up my release as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Without skipping a beat, he simultaneously crawled up my body, reached down into his boxers, and holding his thick girth, grunted as he thrusted deep inside me.
The second the base of his shaft touched my skin, he froze just inches from my face, his eyes wide. We were both breathing hard, both stunned. He backed away from me on all fours, and then climbed off the end of the bed. Without a word, he dressed, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, and left, slamming the door behind him.
I fell back against the mound of pillows behind me, looking up at the ceiling. Firecrackers popped in the distance, making me think about my evening with Colton and how I’d ended up naked, bucking against Max’s mouth not an hour later.
I touched my fingers to my mouth, reliving the moment when Max had lost control and rammed himself inside of me. His dick, even bigger than I had imagined, had filled me completely and I waited for guilt or shame to force me back into whatever insanity had driven me to this situation in the first place. It never came, instead just the overwhelming urge to finish what he’d started. I’d just climaxed from oral sex, for the first time. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt, and I wanted more. I traced a line down my abdomen with my fingers, and slid them between my legs, touching the slick, pink parts, and moaning while Max’s car peeled out of my driveway and headed home.
Chapter Fourteen
My best friend sat next to me at the bar as we both waited for our second drinks. In her long, elegant fingers, Amelia twisted a beverage napkin. The jukebox played yet another twangy ballad about cheating—or ex-wives, or dead brothers—they were beginning to run together, and we’d only arrived a half hour earlier. The disco ball above us cast multi-colored orbs on the walls and floors, and the lonely, laughing, hopeful people below.
Michelle set down another fruity drink in front of Amelia, and a tall glass of draft beer in front of me. “Need another napkin, sweets?”
Amelia shook her head, staring at her hands.
The international harvesters were sitting at the opposite end of the bar, laughing loud and yelling over the music at the bartenders and each other. Once in a while someone would walk in who they knew, and they’d all stand up and cheer like they’d witnessed a touchdown.
I couldn’t help but smile, but Amelia was annoyed, quiet since she’d arrived. I’d hoped she would just tell me when she was ready, but half an hour had passed, and she was still wringing the paper in her hands.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Just want to drive?” She didn’t answer. I leaned in. “Amelia. Are you okay?”
Even from her profile, I could see the tears well up in her eyes and her nose turn pink. She touched the mangled napkin to the tip of her nose.
I touched her arm. “Hey. What is it?”
“I wanted to come out and have a good time.”
“Okay. Let’s have a good time.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Why?” I asked, getting increasingly worried.
“John,” her voice broke. “John isn’t happy I’m here. We fought. You know how husbands or wives in this darn town start going out, doing things that sound fun, and then the couples start breaking up, one by one.”
I wanted to say no, but it had happened so many times. A few wives would get bored and go out to bars, and then there would be tattoos, new haircuts and colors, a mistake would lead to an affair, and then it would snowball from there. Husbands would plan guys’ night, and it would inevitably end up at the local strip club or their meetings would include younger women. My marriage to Nick ended in a divorce with six other once-happily married couples that year. For anyone wanting to protect their marriages, it was important to keep to other married couples, or each other. In such a small town, one of the few things to do was create or get sucked into a scandal. I’d seen second and third marriages between people I’d have never seen together in high school. The snowball effect didn’t happen with everyone, but it happened, and it happened in groups.
“Who are you going out with that he’s worried about?”
She sniffed again. “I only go out with you.”
It took a minute to process her words. “Me? Why is he worried about me?”
“He thinks Max and you… he doesn’t think there is an affair—yet—only because I’ve promised him you wouldn’t do that. But he’s sure there are inappropriate feelings. He’s afraid, Morgan. He loves me. And if I love him…”
“What? You’re going to choose? We’ve been friends for years. You’re just going to break up with me?”
She turned to me. “Tell me I’m right and he’s wrong. Tell me that at the end of the day, if you had to lay everything out on the table, I’m wouldn’t be lying to my husband to keep my friend.”
I swallowed.
The harvesters cheered again, this time more wildly than before. Amelia and I both turned to see Colton walk through and tip his hat. The twenty-something women who were gathered around the harvesters swooned, and even I tried to look away but failed. It didn’t matter: Colton’s eyes landed on me within seconds of the door sweeping open, and his gaze didn’t stray.