AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Iwatch as she pulls the wet boxers down my legs with force, her tongue darting out at the sight of me standing at attention in front of her.Thetingling sensation that shoots down my spine as she darts her tongue out is nothing likeI’veever experienced before.I’malmost certain this isn’t going to last long, not as long as she keeps doing what she’s doing.
Shehums against me, the vibration causing my release to jump right off the edge, andIgrowl out her name.
* * *
Thisis new for me.Lyingin bed with a woman, her head on my chest, while my arm circles her waist, and nothing but silence surrounding us.She’sbreathing heavily, soI’massuming she’s asleep, butIcan’t bring myself to get there with her.NotwhenIfinally have her in my bed and my arms.Definitelynot after the night we just shared.
Igently pull out from under her, making sure not to wake her, asIstroll down the hall and into the kitchen.WhileI’mgrabbing a glass of water as quietly as possible,Ispin around and come face to face withGeorgiain nothing but one of my t-shirts, and damn if it isn’t the most attractive sightI’veever seen.
“Myclothes look good on you,”Irasp out.
Shetucks a strand of hair behind her ear and smiles at me, then walks further into the room and wraps her arms around me.There’ssomething calming about holding her just like this, in the middle of my kitchen.Ialways imagined what this would look like if she ever gave me a chance, and now it’s here andIdon't think my own imagination did the moment justice.
Irub small circles on her back, breathing her in, before pulling away and placing a kiss on her head. “Let’sgo lay back down,”Iwhisper, threading my fingers through hers and leading her back into the room.
Thisfeels amazing, more than, so why is there a feeling that something bad is coming around the corner?
Chapter23
Georgia
Idid a bad thing this morning.Granted,Ididn’t think it was bad whenIdid it, butIcouldn’t stand it ifBishopwoke up and regretted our night together.Itwas more thanIever could’ve dreamed of, andIdidn’t want the night tainted with his regret, soIdid the only thingIcould think of — booked it out of his house before he woke up.
NowI’mpacing the floor of my living room, waiting for the text from him telling me exactly whatIthought.Insteadof that, my phone vibrates with a text asking if everything is okay, that he was worried when he woke up andIwasn’t there anymore.
AndI’mfeeling like a major bitch for running out on him, but beforeIcan give him an answer, there’s a knock on my door.WhenIswing the door open,I’msurprised to findWinniestanding there, her foot tapping frantically on my front porch, and her arms crossed over her chest.There’snothingIknow more than what my best friend looks like when she’s pissed, and the flaring nostrils, along with the red face, tell me allIneed to know.
Iusher her inside, then take her to the couch. “Whoare we going after?”
Shescoffs. “Asif you don’t know.”Thelethal tone she uses with me has me halting my movements, and cocking my head to the side.Winniegrowls at me. “Ican’t believeItrusted you with him!”
Myeyes bulge at the way she’s screaming at me. “Winnie,Idon’t-”
Shethrows a hand in my face. “No, you don’t get to talk right now.Itold you to give him a chance, whichI’mglad you did.”Givewho a chance? “ButIdid not tell you that while he’s away to go behind his back withBishop.Yousaid you had a damn date last night, but never told me with who, andIassumed it wasCamden.”
Whyon earth would she think it wasCamden?Iopen my mouth, but the glare she sends me has me snapping it closed again.Mayas well let her finish, then explain to her what’s going on, because clearly she isn’t going to hear a goddamn thing right now.
I’mjust confused as to what she’s talking about.
“Thisis your new thing, huh?”Shedoesn’t give me time to respond before she’s chuckling manically. “Youget them in your good graces, then rip the rug out from under them.You’rea cold bitch, that’s what you are, andIwon’t have any part in it!”
BeforeIcan tell her my side of the story, or even gather hers, she rushes out of my living room and slams my front door shut behind her.
Ifollow her outside, but her tires are already squealing as she guns it down my driveway, flinging rocks everywhere in the process.Thetears are hot against my cheeks andIwipe at them before heading back inside.Myshift starts in an hour or so, butIcan’t go into work looking like this.I’llnever be able to concentrate on the job.
BeforeIcan talk myself out of it,Icall the receptionist line, leaving a voicemail thatIwon’t be coming in for my shift today becauseI’msick.I’mnot going to act like the tears aren’t obvious, butIcan’t bring myself to voice the real reasonI’mnot going in.
Winniedidn’t even give me a chance to defend myself.Shesaid what she needed to say, then left without a backward glance at me.Clearly, she doesn’t have the whole story, or the right one from whatIcould tell, becauseIhave no clue where she got thatIwas going out withCamden.
Ilet my phone fall onto the floor asIcurl up into a ball on the couch, letting my shoulders shake with quiet sobs.IfIlet the tears fall likeIwant them to, there’s no wayIwon’t scream and throw something right now.I’lllay here, calm myself down, then figure out how to getWinnieto hear me out.
Shehas to hear me out, right?
MaybeIcan get some much-needed cleaning done, likeIwas supposed to do the other day whenIdecided to go see my mother instead.Islowly lift from the bed, choosing to leave my phone on the floor, then rush upstairs and into my room.Mycloset is even more of a disaster than it was before, soIhuff out an irritated sigh and march into the walk-in space.
There’sa shirt hanging up thatIcouldn’t bear getting rid of, but looking at it has me growling and yanking it from the hanger.Itear clear down the middle, the action doing nothing to calm the boiling blood flowing throughout my body.
You’rea cold bitch.
