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In the mirror, Josh has a smile on his face. He leans forward, his cock still deep within me. He kisses my neck. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year,” I murmur back, transfixed on his face.
He starts a steady rhythmic in and out that builds a sensation within me. He increases his tempo, becoming furious in punishing and pleasing my pussy.
“Now.” He groans. “Now, Cass. Now.”
I arch my back, sticking my ass out further, taking him deep within my pussy, feeling his cock pulsing as his climax travels from the base to the tip.
“Nowwwww.” The sound’s torn from my throat like that of a tigress in the roar of a mating match.
Waves of intense pleasure pass over me, leaving me breathless and weak. I lean back against him while my forehead rests on the glass in front of me. The water’s becoming cooler, leaving tiny bumps in my skin.
Josh pushes my hair to the side and plants a kiss at my nape. He reaches behind him and turns the water to a warmer temperature.
“That should be warmer for a few seconds more. Never have run out of hot water before.” A wry smile hovers on his lips. “Be right back.” He pulls me into the center of the shower so that water can warm me and darts out the shower door.
Moments later, he returns with a giant beach towel. It’s got a picture of a 1950s beach bunny in a convertible on the front of it. And it’s very faded. I give it the once over.
He shrugs. “Best I got. Sorry. “This isn’t a luxury hotel, you know.” Once I shut the water off, he wraps it around me.
I tuck the towel under itself, securing it above my breast like a sarong. Still nude and built like no man has a right to be, Josh takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. In the background, outside and in Wasted down the corner, merriment, fireworks, and revelry continue.
I stumble, nearly toppling. Maybe the Jäger isn’t quite out of my system.
“Easy.” Josh laughs softly, pushing the blanket and sheet aside on the unmade bed.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if this is a bed he shares with Billie, but the other part of me pushes those thoughts away. This isn’t what I need to be thinking. He just made love to me. He’s with me on New Year’s Eve. And he sent her away.
I lay on the bed, my head sinking into the pillow. Josh stands above me.
“Aren’t you lying down?” I wonder if he’ll lose his job for leaving his post. I don’t want him to. I feel bad about it, but at the same time, a very selfish part of me wants him with me. And another part of me says that if he goes away, he’s going to be around Billie. And jealousy bites at the nerve endings in my heart and soul.
“I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
27
PERKS AND CONDOMS
CASSIE
Warmth awakens me. For a brief few seconds, I relish the sensation and stretch. Then I startle because the sun doesn’t come into the window at my apartment. My eyes fly open, and then I notice that there’s a solid warmth behind me. Very solid. Very warm.
I flip around.
Josh’s black eyes are focused on me. “Morning.” He puts his hand under his head and supports himself on his elbow, studying me.
“Hi.” I feel shy. Everything’s surreal. This is Josh. Josh, who, when I was seventeen, knew me better and loved me more than anyone ever had. And now this is a different Josh. Three years after we split up, he’s lived a life. I’ve lived a life. Where do we stand?
He was never a boy, always a man, but this is a very different man. He’s seasoned. And he’s young, but he’s not. He has a look about him. Like a battle-hardened warrior.
I let my eyes drift down from his strong jaw to his sturdy neck and muscled chest. I focus on a scar there.
“What’s that?” I touch it, tracing the white flesh with my fingertips. It’s as long as my index finger, a jagged cut, but well healed over. “It looks like a knife did it.” It occurs to me he’s done a lot of living without me. Feels like I missed out on a lifetime of it.
“Guess I said the wrong thing to the right person at a very wrong time.” He covers my hand with his, moves it down, over his abdomen, and lower, until I’m touching the curls above his shaft.
I look down. His cock’s pressing against the sheet covering it. A sigh escapes my lips. Sheer desire. I bite my lip to keep from sighing again, or, worse, releasing the whimper that’s dying to come out. A sadness overwhelms me, taking me to a place of wasted time, wasted energies, and missing Josh.
