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He chuckles. “God, you’re a whimpering mess. It’s fucking beautiful.” A finger presses against my chin, then drifts lower, gliding down my chest, my stomach, my thigh. He slides it up the dress, right to my traitorous cunt.
I clamp my lips shut, but my mouth betrays me next, letting out a squeak. A finger slides inside of me. I don’t stop it, or him. It feels too fucking good. Too liberating and free. Veronica was right. I needed this night out.
Before I know it, my ass is on the counter, and he’s tearing at my dress, ripping it along the side to spread my legs wider. His mouth moves in to press against mine, but I shake my head.No. Kissing is too intimate. He nods, dipping lower to tug a breast free.
“No—” I gasp.
“Fucking soaked for me already.”
He shoves three fingers deep inside of me, invading me in a way I haven’t felt in a very very long time. The sensation is almost too much to handle. I open my mouth to ask him to stop, but nothing but my moans leave. A thumb rubs along my nipple, and he tugs at it hard enough that the pain would slice through my pleasure if the palm of his hand wasn’t grinding against my clit.
No, the burning of my hardened nipple only makes the ache between my legs intensify. This man is rough, and that’s what I need tonight. Nothing intimate, nothing sensual. No lovemaking. My first time in five years is about to be rough. The tears I may cry won’t be from guilt. They’ll be from pure pleasure and pain. Sensual can come later.
“Fuck,” I moan, letting myself give into this man.
He lets out a groan, his chest rumbling with his own desire, and then he’s pulling his fingers from me and fishing into his pocket. When he pulls out a condom, I sigh. No, I don’t think I can take it that far. The hand that was inside of me presses against my open mouth.
“Clean your cunt off my fingers,” he says.
Then, reality kicks in.Oh, no. Oh no. What have I done?
“Oh my God,” I blurt, shooting off the edge of the sink. “I have to go.”
I scramble past him, and in my hasty exit, struggling with the lock, I drop my purse. But I don’t bend for it, I just open the door and flee. I need to get the fuck out of here. My heart races as I make a run for the exit.
Chapter Five
“Mornin’baby.”Ian’sthroatymorning voice sounds in my ear, and I inhale, a smile on my face. His scruffy beard grazes against my cheek as he presses his hot lips to my nose.
“Mmm, good morning,” I say, snuggling into him, my ass pressing against his thickening—
Wait . . . That’s too . . . my eyes snap open, and I turn to the man in my bed. Icy blue eyes watch me, a dark beard covering a wicked smile. Oh no . . . what have I done?
My hand reaches behind me, grasping at the emptiness. Cool sheets, and Ian’s side of the bed untouched. My heart crushes against the weight of the impending doom, of the horrible trick my mind has played on me.
“No. No, no, no.” The choked sob pushes itself out of my throat.
Ian is dead.
He’s been gone for five years. As if that isn’t already the reason I can’t fall asleep at night, my brain likes to wake me up with this horrible nightmare almost every damned day. Except now, my dreams replace him. With the man from the club.
The scent of sweet vanilla lingers, reminding me of how he made waffles the day he died. As if it happened yesterday. The way he kissed me awake; finger fucked me into oblivion while I fisted his cock. The way we stayed quiet with our heavy breaths, even though the kids weren’t home. How he kissed my neck and my ear. Then, when we were done, he climbed out of bed and made us breakfast.
The perfect morning that began the worst day of our lives.
“Moooom!” Max’s voice travels through the walls of the house. He’s probably headed to tattle on his older sister.
I groan, pulling the covers over my head. There’s never any time to process that my husband is gone. No time to sink into a never-ending hole of depression. Because I have children that need me. I’m a mom first, a widow second.
My stomach churns, nausea from all the alcohol I drank last night threatening to escape. I hurry to the bathroom and barely make it over the toilet before I’m upchucking last night’s contents.So fucking stupid.How could I have let Veronica convince me this would be fun? It’s anything but.
I wipe my mouth, then lean back to get my shit together. My kids will be in my room at any minute, and I’m not prepared for that shit at all. I stand, heading for the sink. Running the faucet, I look at myself in the mirror. I groan. It’s rough; my hair is a mess, and makeup runs down my face. I stink, too. Clearly, I was too intoxicated last night to even get my pathetic ass into the shower.
I inhale, closing my eyes. What did I do last night? My throat hurts, and I gasp, clutching my neck. My eyes snap open as the memories flood in. Did I . . . ? No. I shake my head in denial. No, I couldn’t have. I’d never do that. “Oh, fuck.” I lean over, washing my face. “I hooked up with someone.”
“You what?” Veronica squeals from the entrance of my bathroom.
She’s the reason I’m in this mess, after all. She convinced me to go out last night. Promised me she’d get up in the morning with Max and make breakfast so I could sleep in.
