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Fourteen
Devon
When I wake on Sunday morning it takes me a moment to remember why my arse is throbbing. And when I do, I’m torn between the feeling of utter contentment that’s an obvious result of being so thoroughly sated last night, and the minor freak out that’s happening overwhoI let into my body. I roll over onto my stomach and bury my head in my pillow, letting out a loud groan. I can’t believe I letWes Holtfuck me last night. And I can’t believe I loved it so much. And I can’t believe that, even now, all I can think about is having him inside me again.
That might be easier said than done, though, considering the way he took off right after coming inside me last night. I mean, the bastard didn’t even stop long enough to grab his t-shirt before he was running out the door like the hounds of hell were after him.
I groan again, punching at my pillow.Why the fuck am I attracted to this arsehole?
I reach out and grab my phone from where it’s charging on my bedside table before rolling onto my back. Then I bring up the contact that I’ve barely ever used before now.
Me:You know, usually when someone comes in my arse and then rushes out the door without even taking their shirt with them I get offended
He must have his phone on him because it doesn’t take long for a response to come through.
Wes Holt:It happens that often?
Me:You’d be surprised
Wes Holt:Maybe the prick had a reason for bolting
Me:Such as?
Wes Holt:An urgent game of shuffleboard
Despite myself, I can’t help letting out a snort of laughter at that.
Me:Pretty sure that’s the first time the words ‘urgent’ and ‘shuffleboard’ have been used in the same sentence
Wes Holt:In all seriousness, I’m sorry about bolting like that. It wasn’t cool
Well, there’s something I never thought I’d see: Wes Holt apologising? I’m half-tempted to make a snarky comment in response but decide to go the mature route instead.
Me:So why did you?
Wes Holt:Well my brain took back the reins from my dick and I realised I’d just fucked my sister’s ex-fiancée, who also happens to be my sworn enemy
Me:“Sworn enemy”? Are we comic book characters now?
Wes Holt:You tell me - “Daredevil”
I wince at the reference to our emails. How did he figure it out? Had he always known?
Me:Touché
Me:Did you know?
Wes Holt:Not until yesterday. I was complaining to Natasha about how you stopped replying to my emails and she insisted on reading them. She’s the one who made the connection. It seems really fucking obvious when you read them all together.
I let out a soft breath of laughter. At least I’m not the only one who feels like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner.
Me:And your immediate course of action was to storm over to my place and fuck my brains out?
Wes Holt:Obviously…
Wes Holt:Especially once I knew how much you’ve been fantasising about me??
Fucking hell, he’s such an arsehole.
