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“I know I’m in a much better mood this morning.” Her sleepy eyes are heavily lidded and the smile on her face makes her look like a happy cat in the cream. Which makes me think of her creamy pussy, and how happy she made me last night. “I cannot believe I’ve been missing out on that for all these years. That was nothing like what I’ve experienced before.”
My chest fills with male pride knowing how satisfied I made her. “I told you Richard was bad in bed.”
What I don’t say is that last night wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before, either. That I have a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t my performance that made it so great. I’d like to write it off on the delayed gratification of finally getting her into my bed after being attracted to her for weeks. Or the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in a while.
That makes sense. Once I get out of bed and get back into the normal rhythm of my day, it won’t feel like something hit a fault line in my heart, ripping it open and exposing me to the elements.
Because we are not going there.
“Look, I have things to do. I’m not trying to be rude, which is why I didn’t wake you. I just think it’s best we get back to normal.”
“Back to normal. Are you kidding? I am not ever going back to normal.”
I can feel my face paling. Jesus, I’m such a coward. “Gertrude...”
“Wow, you are really freaked out, aren’t you?” She sits up, clutching the sheet to her chest. “I’m talking about me, not you. I’m not going back to sub-zero temperatures now that I know what it’s like on the other side. I intend to have a lot of sex from now on.” She murmurs, “A lot. A lot. A lot.”
In theory, that sounds amazing, but the compressed, tight ball of fear in my gut turns my mouth to dust. “Tru, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea...”
“Would you relax?” She moves quickly, straddling me, and damn, she’s damp and ready. “If you’re not up for it, I’ll find someone else.” She wiggles against my erection. “But it feels to me like you’re up for it.”
Every caveman instinct I have comes roaring to the surface. Someone else? Does she think someone else can give her as much pleasure as I can? My eyes lift from those amazing tits to her face. Wait just a minute here. “That sounds like a dare. Do you think you can get me into bed on a dare?”
“As a matter of fact,” she slides that warm pussy along my aching cock, wetting it with juices, but not letting me inside. “I do. You should probably teach me a lesson.”
I stop her glide, grab a condom, and pull her over the tip of my aching cock when it’s ready. She arches her back and slowly slides down the length of me, her neck elongated, her eyes closed as she concentrates on the feeling of ecstasy. She’s beautiful, luminous. And I forget everything but watching her learn to ride.
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TWO HOURS LATER, Icall in a favor from Stella, of which I have more than a few owed me, and she covers me at the bar for the rest of the day. I stay away from Ironwing, from the apartment, and from my sexy roommate all day and well into the night. When I creep into the house, she’s asleep in her own bed and Fifi growls at me.
“Keep your opinions to yourself, little gerbil.”
She’s still staring at me with judgment clouding her gaze. I’ve become used to theadorationclouding her gaze, and this new look sort of bothers me.
“What do you know? You’re a dog.”
She whines and puts her chin on her paws.
“It’s for the best that we nip this in the bud. Trust me, it’s best for you too. You don’t want your mistress getting attached to me and then having her heart broken. I’m not interested in a relationship. It’s better for all three of us this way.”
I even give the ungrateful rat an extra treat before I go to bed, alone, and try not to think about the way it felt to wake up wrapped around a warm woman. To smell her hair and hold her sleeping, relaxed body against mine.
At the bar Tuesday night, she’s acting like nothing is wrong. Which is what I want, but it pisses me off. Leo and Dixie are teaching her how to play darts, and every time I look over there, she’s smiling and laughing and it makes me want to throw something, preferably the dartboard. Right through the window and onto the street.
I catch sight of something on the wall near the board that I hadn’t seen before. I stalk over to it, grateful for something tangible to be upset at. “How long has this been here?” I demand, pointing my finger at the new mirror like a man finding a lover in his wife’s bed.
She takes a dainty sip of her tea. Because now we serve tea in a damned bar. “It came in yesterday. Isn’t it great? I found a bunch of retro beer mirrors on eBay, but this is the only one I found with an Ironwing logo.” She traces her finger over the band logo and smiles softly.
It probably is really great, but all I see are spots. “Stop making changes without discussing it with me first. I don’t want you redecorating the bar. Next you’ll have lace curtains on the windows.”
Her head tilts and she eyes me curiously, setting down her tea on a coaster. “Where is this coming from? Why are you so mad at me about a mirror? I didn’t even use the business account.”
“I’m not mad,” I say through clenched teeth.
Her gray eyes ice over and she clasps her hands, linking her fingers together in front of herself, drawing inward. “All right,” she agrees with me warily. I’m such an asshole, but I don’t know how to stop this roll now that I’ve gotten going. Gone is the smiling, laughing woman playing darts with friends.Myfriends. Returned is the out-of-place woman from weeks ago. That’s my fault too. “I can close the pub if you like.” Her tone is cool, controlled. Chilled really. “Maybe you could go put your feet up or watch television upstairs. What is it that Stella says? Take a Midol.”
“Are you coddling me?” I snarl, my mood slapping us both. “I said I’m not mad.”
