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I crawled on top of his big chest and kissed him. My fingers ran through his spiky hair while his hands jerked loose the strings of my bikini. I kissed my way down his neck and chest, my bathing suit falling off as I moved. When I got to his hips, I moved off him. He lifted up and I pulled down his shorts.
This whole time he wasn’t looking at me, lying there with his eyes closed. I put the condom on him, massaging and stroking. He jerked and moaned but still didn’t look at me. Islid onto him, moving and grinding and bouncing until I got there and he was twitching underneath me. He flipped us over and pumped into me until he groaned and rolled onto the bed next to me.
“Hey,” I said, kissing his shoulder. “I’m really going to miss you.”
He turned his head away. “Not for long. You don’t love me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“Clint, please—this is too fast. It isn’t my fault you have to leave or that I have to hide. I’m sad too.”
I hugged him and rubbed his shoulders, and eventually coaxed him into leaving the bedroom. We sat by the pool while he ate, then watched a little television with Forest and Layla.
He squeezed my hand to wake me after I dozed off lying against his shoulder on the couch. We stood up, still holding hands, and he pulled me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
His big hands cupped either side of my face and he stared into my eyes. “You’re the one I want.” He kissed me then, before I could think of something to say.
My clothing came off again. While he was stepping out of his shorts, I got on the edge of the bed and bent over, propped up on my knees, with my bottom facing him. I grabbed the lube and rubbed it over my slit and handed him a condom.
He was gasping a little behind me, my raised up bottom close to his cock height. He penetrated deep. I was bent all the way over, pressing my forehead against the mattress. Heheld onto my hips and pumped the angle, hitting my G-spot. We gasped and moaned together until we both came, him holding out long enough for me.
Clint kept at it for most of the night. We’d doze off and then he’d wake me up again with his mouth between my legs. In the morning all I could do was lift up my hips, with my head plastered to my pillow, while he slid into me one last time.
Afterwards we hugged for a long time. “Next time you come to see me,” he said, “let me know first.”
“Do you think you’ll recognize me?”
He snorted. “That really messed with my head.” He kissed my cheek. “Bye, babe.”
“Bye, hon.”
And he left. It was horribly early in the morning, like before four, and I managed to doze off again and sleep in late. The smell of coffee and pastry woke me around eight.
Clint had left a note with his cell number. It was signed,Don’t forget me, love Clint.Collapsing back on my bed, with the note clutched to my chest, I stared at the ceiling.
Eventually, after another half hour of feeling sorry for myself, I forced myself up and into workout clothes. I shuffled out to the kitchen for my juice then stood staring at the sink drain as I drank it down.
In the backyard, Dillan and Forest were both lifting, and Layla sat on one of the lounge chairs painting her toenails. I waved to everyone but otherwise kept my head down as I pedaled. Amber texted while I was doing my floor routine.
Amber: Ready to talk about Vegas? I’m so excited!
Sally: Can you come over? Let’s plan and get day drunk.
Amber: Are you sad? I’m coming. We should go to a dog shelter and meet some pooches.
Sally: Good idea. If you’re driving. I slept maybe four hours last night.
Amber: TMI
The workout did bring me back to myself a bit. Here’s the thing that alarmed me: I was already thinking about how I was going to get my next sex fix. After four days of having a lot of sex with Clint, after a lot of sex with Javier, I knew that my body needed a break. Yet, I was considering how to hold off withdrawals. Namely, Javier. Except he was too far away. And Hank hated me.
“Just chill,” I muttered to myself as I got out of the shower.
Amber walked in the front door while I was pouring my second cup of coffee and grabbing another of the cheese puff rolls Antonio had made.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Morning!” She bustled in with a computer bag over her shoulder.
