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He pushed forward with long strokes, pumping his beautifully proportioned body above me, filling my view with his undulating and flexing six-pack until I was clawing at his powerful back, trying to get him as far inside me as he could go. He conquered me with powerful thrusts while bouncing my pussy off of him, leaving me breathless and weak with pleasure.
Riley thrust with fervor and my heart pounded with every frenzied movement. Our lips entwined in a passionate kiss as his grip tightened on me, intensifying his deep thrusts. He moved rabidly, smashing our hips together in a thunderous rhythm. I felt every inch of him as he sent my senses spinning out of control. The room filled with the sound of our moans and gasps as we let ourselves be consumed by desire.
“Are you thoroughly indulged, beautiful Faith? Do I live up to your exacting standards?” he teased.
“Yes,” I affirmed in the heat of passion. “Your cock has spoiled me for any other man. It’s so fucking good.”
His every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through me, to the very back of my spine, until I screamed out his name as I came undone beneath him.
My thighs shook from the intensity of it all as he continued to move inside me, his cock searing into me like a burning brand, until finally he, too, let go with a deep growl.
Time stopped during the prolonged after-effects of sexual gratification; the only sounds audible were the beating of our hearts and the panting of our lungs.
This was just a fling. And everybody knew the key to a successful hookup had three steps: find ’em, fuck ‘em, and forget ’em.
That was my story, and I was sticking to it.
CHAPTER2
FAITH
Two weeks later my bestie, Luna whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can only share the strictly confidential information with you in person and dare not discuss it over the phone. Who knows who might be listening? Meet me at our usual place at one p.m.” Her words carried secrets as dark as night itself.
The emergency meeting at The Grind remained vague on the details, with Luna revealing only that she wanted to talk to me about an enticing offer she’d received.
When I walked through the door of the coffee shop, I spotted her—nose buried in a well-loved copy of Jane Eyre. It had a cracked spine, and a title rubbed faint from repeated handling.
“Okay, Nancy Drew. Spill it,” I greeted her as I slid into our booth in the café managed by my friend, Ava, and owned by my brother-in-law, Duke, and my sister, Clover.
Luna read so much gothic literature that her head was filled with ancient castles, dark forests, and mysterious figures lurking in the shadows.
These tales were a far cry from the small, rural town we inhabited with its farmers, ranchers, craftspeople, and vintage store merchants. Cloaks and daggers remained in short supply.
Typically, Luna’s latest unsolvable mystery had to do with Gabriel.
The Gabe-enator, as I liked to call him, had been her best friend for years before the two of them gave it a go.
By that, I mean they bonked each other.
Unfortunately, the exchange led to their breakup, not just as bed buddies, but also as friends, and Luna remained love-wary ever since.
I had spent more conversations than I cared to think about discussing the fact that, “His wounds were inked upon the pages of her heart, leaving scars instead of words.” Sometimes it was impossible not to roll my eyes and change the subject any time she brought up his name.
I was over The Gabe-enator.
Way past over.
Unfortunately, that didn’t keep my best friend from constantly analyzing him, as if he were a great literary hero from between the pages of an antique edition of the classics she proudly displayed on the shelves in her studio, each one purchased with hard-earned savings from her job as a library assistant here in Briarville.
But who was I to judge my friend for her fascination with a past love and books she couldn’t afford? I wasn’t any better. My most recent fling with our town’s fire chief at my sister’s wedding was a disaster of immense proportions, but that didn’t keep his voice from echoing around in my skull, saying the words I so longed to hear again, “On your knees.”
What the hell was wrong with me?
I didn’t need a man.
Besides, Riley was an old-fashioned guy, much older than me, and couldn’t understand my generation. He’d prefer me barefoot and pregnant.
Ready to fulfill his every command.
