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ME:Fuck.
FREDDY:No—I do. I have a few… somewhere. They’re old. Bachelor party gag gift I think?
ME:I don’t care what they’re from. Can I have them?
I tear out of her room, turning left down the hall toward where Freddy had better be getting me a Costco size bag of condoms. The bright lights and Lysol’d air are already taking me too far from the sexy woman I just left playing with herself on her bed.
I look up and I’m in front of his door, knocking away. He opens it, a smug, shit-eating grin on his face.
“Who’s the girl?” he asks, holding the door for me.
I stand in the entry impatiently, waiting for him to dig into his suitcase.
“None of your damn business,” I say, raking my fingers through my hair.
His expression morphs as if he knows exactly who I’m wrapping my dick for.
“Fuck,” he says, the smile disappearing with his dark chuckle. “You sure about this?” He hands me three condoms wrapped in black foil. In neon green text, the label saysDirk’s Dirty Dickwrap.
“Ew,” I say.
“Reason I haven’t used them.”
“Thanks,” I say, stuffing them in my back pocket and heading back to the door.
“Be a gentleman,” he says.
I flip him off and slam the door behind me.
The hall seems to get longer and longer as I make my way back to Megan’s room. But nothing could stop me. I can’t remember the last time I felt this strong of an urge to be inside a woman. To touch her, to bring her to the point of release as many times as she’ll let me.
Maybe never. Definitely not since before Deanna got pregnant. Maybe not even then.
I stop outside her door. I need a breath. I can’t go in there like this. I’ll be a two-pump chump at this rate.
Then I hear Megan moan. Nothing could stop me from breaking down that fucking door to see what that bad girl is doing to herself.
CHAPTER7
MEGAN
I don’t knowwho I am.
This isn’t me. I don’t do this. I don’t sleep with someone the first night I meet him. I don’t beg him to fuck me. And I certainly don’t stroke myself into a frenzy while I’m waiting for him to get a condom.
And yet, here I am, writhing on a bed, moaning without abandon as the door slams shut.
“What do we have here?” Derek saunters toward the bed, tossing a strip of lightweight plastic on the bed. It glows in the dark and I squint.
“Glow in the dark?” I reach for the strip and read the glowing green text:Dirk’s Dirty Dickwrap.“You know, I’m on the pill…”
He stares down at me, a sharp intensity in his gaze. A shudder rolls down my spine, and I arch into it. He takes off his shirt and loses his jeans, standing before me, stroking his long, thick erection as he stares at my hand working between my thighs.
“I thought I told you not to start without me.” His voice is dark and sends a delicious jolt to my center. It clenches, aching for him to fill it.
“I couldn’t wait,” I say on a moan, slipping my fingers between my legs.
He grabs my wrist and tugs me to sitting. It’s a little aggressive. And yet… the look of his thick, calloused fingers curling around my pale wrist has me aching with need.
