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“I told you how I don’t like to share, and this orgasm is mine. But if you use your sweet manners, maybe I’ll give it to you.” I licked the shell of her ear. “Let me hear it, Taylor.”
She finally—blessedly—gave in. “Please.”
“Please what?”
She growled, closing her eyes. “Please make me come.”
“Now, watch us in the mirror. Look how good I can make it for you.” I gave her pussy one more smack for good measure as her eyelids popped open, then I trailed my fingers over her clit and pushed into her, charting the same journey, in, out, over, until she was grinding against me. “So pretty,” I husked, my voice failing me as Taylor and I both watched her muscles clench, her skin flush red all over, and I worked my fingers inside her, pressing my palm against her clit, letting her ride my hand, chase her high. “Such a needy pussy you have, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer, her head thrown back, lost to herself as she pulsed on my fingers, and I didn’t know if she heard me, or if she even cared, but I said it anyway. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll always take care of you.”
Once her orgasm subsided, she sighed and draped herself on the counter, covering her face with her hands, and I smoothed both of my palms over her sides, across her hips and ass, up her back, until she lifted her gaze to mine in the mirror.
I was about to ask if she wanted more when a knock sounded on the door. “Housekeeping!”
With a blink, I shook myself out of my Taylor Novak stupor and realized we were late. It was time to check out, and the breakfast was almost over. “We gotta go.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Taylor
Dean and I dressed in a fury, tossing toiletries into bags, bumping into each other in the bathroom, both of us ignoring how he’d made me come so hard I saw stars. How I watched him masturbate with his above-average cock.
Son of a bitch, I hated him.
Hated how he could read me like a book. How he knew exactly what I needed without my having to ask, and he was good at it too. Good at touching me, at whispering his perfectly arrogant and filthy words over my skin until he had me begging.
I hated that I loved it.
And now I hated that I had to face his family. We ran down to the little room by the lobby, where a buffet was set out, alongside a dozen or so tables and chairs with small vases of pink flowers from yesterday. Luckily, no one noticed that we were late or that I had a hickey on my neck. Dean was careful that the red bruise barely showed under the length of my hair, but it was there all the same, and I hiked my scarf up higher around my throat.
With a scoop of eggs, a few slices of bacon, and a heaping pile of fruit on my plate, I dropped into the open seat next to Dean. Across from us, Gabe looked especially hungover, his shoulder-length hair down and wet, probably from a recent shower. His sweatshirt was on inside out, and he had sunglasses resting on top of his head, while his boyfriend, Pavel, appeared to be asleep with his head in his hand.
“You guys driving home today?” Dean asked, and Gabe nodded, sipping a coffee.
“How long is the drive? ’Bout six hours?” I guessed, since they were headed back to Boston.
“Yeah, as long as there’s no traffic.”
“I wish you could’ve stayed longer,” Dean said, after downing an entire glass of water.
“Maybe we’ll make a trip down this summer, or,” Gabe said, his red-rimmed eyes bouncing between Dean and me, “you guys can come up to visit.”
We both answered at the same time.
“I don’t—”
“We’re not—”
“Yeah. Right. We weren’t either.” Gabe laughed, but his smile quickly faded as he rubbed his temples. “Oh my god. I’m too old for this shit.”
I chanced a glance at Dean, who was shoving sausage links into his mouth like they were the last ones on earth. I poked his side. “You’re going to throw up, eating so fast.”
“I’m starving, and I need something greasy in my stomach.” He held up his fork with a link across it.
I bit into it. “You’re not as hungover as I thought you’d be.”
His eyes landed on my mouth as I chewed and swallowed his bite of food. “Funny, isn’t it?” Once his morning-blue eyes made their way back up to mine, he offered me the rest of the sausage. “Almost like I had a really good wake-up call or something.”
