Page 95 of The Has-Been

I nod, taking my own bite of pizza. I’ll admit that she’s right. I probably should have said where I was going before I just walked out the door. But I also knew if I was in that shower with her for another thirty seconds, I wasn’t going to care about whether we did or didn’t have protection.

So I had to leave as soon as I found the thread of strength. And no, I didn’t say anything because I practically couldn’t believe that:

A. That really happened.

B. I was actually walking away before it went further.

“Well,” Aubrey says, twisting the cap off the water I bought for her. “You haven’t been with anyone since—and I haven’t either…” She takes several drinks. “You wasted your money on those.” She says, pointing at the condoms.

I narrow my eyes at her.

“I’m on the pill now.” I swallow as she finishes, “Which I could have told you…If you had said where you were going.”

I have to reach for my water because my mouth goes dry. Her words go straight to my dick, and yep, I’m hard again.

This is going to be a long fucking weekend.

I bite my lip, desperate to change the subject so I don’t have a worse case of blue balls than I already do. But my eyes find Aubrey, and damn do I wish I had kept my gaze far away from her.

She’s moving around the bed, and her eyes…

They are shining with a heat I’ve seen before, a heat I don’t want to think about as my dick spasms against the fabric of my pants. “Aubrey,” I warn. Why does my voice sound like that? Hoarse and needy?

“Aubrey, if you don’t stop looking at me like that…” My tone is stern and unapologetic, harsher than how I usually talk to her.

She just fucking smiles, taking that impossibly full lip of hers between her teeth.

Before I can catch my breath, Aubrey’s standing over me. Her hands reach for me as she trails her fingers down my temple, swirling and taunting. She trails them lower, down my jaw, then my neck, before wrapping a hand around my throat. And she squeezes me gently.

My breath catches; her pressure is just enough to take my breath.

Aubrey Vaughn seems friendly and gentle.

Until you get her alone in the bedroom—and then suddenly, she scares me a little bit.

Scary because of how much I want her—how much I need her.

Aubrey tightens her hold, slowly lowering herself on her knees. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.” She says in a voice ringing with command.

God, I love it when she tells me what to do.

I shift on the bed, groaning as I watch her kneel before me.

“What are you doing?”

“Payback’s a real bitch, Liam.” She whispers as her fingers find the edge of my sweatpants, dipping beneath my shirt and trailing across the bone of my hip before removing me from them entirely.

“Aubrey.”

She doesn’t stop.

Fuck. Me.

My dick practically springs free. A bead of pre-cum glistens at my tip, and Aubrey doesn’t even hesitate as she reaches out with the impossibly soft pad of her finger and wipes it away.

The muscle in my thighs shifts against the touch, but she places both her hands over top, as if she’s holding me in place.

Aubrey wraps her hand around my cock, her fingers barely able to reach around me fully. “You still like it…like this?” she asks through sex-crazed eyes, her pupils blown wide.