“Shit.”
I was draped like a rag doll over the back of the couch as he slowly slid out of me.
He cupped my ass and gave me an affectionate slap, making me squeak.
“I’d give anything,” he murmured, “to see my cum dripping out of that tight little pussy.”
I could hear the high of the orgasm in the deep voice.
Well, then…
His footsteps faded while I tried to restart my brain.
That was sex? Damn. And they said it wasn’t anything like the romance books.
I pulled myself up off the couch in time to admire Marius coming in with that Greek-god body, the muscles tight from sex, rippling under sweaty skin.
He handed me a warm washcloth and kissed me, hands cupping my face, as I toweled off.
“I don’t know how any woman lets you go,” I murmured against his mouth, running my fingers through his messed-up hair. “You fuck like an animal.”
That earned me a slap on the ass and a nip of his teeth. “You read too much.”
I dragged my nails down the washboard abs.
“I don’t how any man would let you go.” He kissed me noisily. “Kinky little slut like you. And no one else knows about it until I’ve got you with your tits out and your pussy hot and ready for my cock.” His fingers slid between my legs briefly, affectionately. “You’d let me fuck you dirty, wouldn’t you?” he murmured. “You’re a little cum slut under all those sweaters.”
His phone rang in his discarded pants. He squeezed my ass and answered it.
I slowly pulled on my clothes, the high of sex wearing off. I wished he would wrap me in a blanket and cuddle with me.
He’s not your boyfriend—you just hooked up with him. He’s leaving town soon. Better not to get attached.
Maybe I was just feeling the holiday blues.
The last time I’d been intimate with Brooks, it had been in a cabin just like this. Even though I’d said I was ovulating and wanted to try for a baby, he had insisted that he wanted to do an overnight trip with his friends. “Theo already booked the cabin!” he yelled at me.
I cooked a nice dinner that everyone complained about. The four of them all drank, and Brooks and Theo watched Oakley and Beatrice drunkenly dance in front of the fireplace while I refreshed everyone’s drinks. I’d stood there as Brooks danced off-rhythm with Oakley.
I knew in my bones he and Beatrice had been sleeping together.
What if he’d been doing both of them at the same time?
Gross.
That night, after cleaning up dinner and scrubbing the kitchen, I’d begged him to at least have sex so I didn’t miss my window. Brooks had complained that he was too drunk and tired.
I bet he’d already had sex with them.
Oakley had been doing the same happy dance she’d done at the cabin earlier today and had been just as over-the-top affectionate with Brooks as she’d been with Abbott. I had wondered at the time if she was trying to steal my husband. Now I knew she’d already been sleeping with him behind my back, no condom whatsoever.
“Wait,” I said slowly, my brain starting to draw parallels.
“What’s wrong?” Marius’s hand was warm on my back. “Sorry about that. Grayson called to complain I hadn’t sent an email out yet.”
“Sorry, I know you have a real job,” I said in a rush.
“This…” Marius kissed me. “Is more important, and what do you say I fuck that tight little pussy for another hour or so?” He nipped my lip.
