His hand that had been gently pulling on my hair moved to my hip, adjusting my leg and drawing it up higher on his hip. He picked up the pace, his hands squeezing my arse, pulling me into him. And I hung on for the ride. When a thumb found my clit and started circling it as he pounded into me, the last orgasm that I didn't know I had in me came barreling through, tightening every limb and sending shock waves through my body.
Lachlan cursed as he dropped his face on my neck, pounding deep strokes, retreat, stroke, retreat, thumb on my clit, rubbing circles. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," was all he whispered into my neck, and then he was roaring my name. "Fuck Saff, Saff, Saff…"
Then another orgasm surprised me, rolling through on his last short, digging stroke. Lachlan’s hands grasped my arse tightly, and he came with the guttural grunt of my name on his lips.
My arms were too limp to wrap around him, but he rolled me onto my side to face him. "So we’re clear, your pussy is fucking perfection. It’s also mine for the foreseeable future. Get comfortable with your legs open because I plan to be between them a lot."
I swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay then."
He kissed my lips softly, rolling away. He went into the bathroom to secure the condom and then came back with a warm wet washcloth to help me clean up. He was back in bed with me in no time and pulled me to him. "Come here. Let's go to sleep. Get some rest. Because we’re doing that again."
Chapter Ten
Saffron
I ached.
From my toes up to my pussy. The sweet ache between my thighs was all I could think about when I woke up with the early morning light streaming in. Everything ached.
Lachlan hadn't given me much rest last night, but he had been very thorough about sex. I wasn't sure my pussy was going to survive the day. Walking was going to be difficult.
Last night after the second time, he'd gone to get me water and an ibuprofen, ostensibly because we’d had a bit to drink, but that pain reliever was coming in handy this morning, and when I tried to stretch, it didn't hurt that bad. I just had that low thrumming hum in my vagina. Like I had been up to no good.
You have and we liked it.
God, I liked him, and that was really, really dangerous.
I needed to find my phone.
I was as quiet as I could be, sneaking around his bedroom. None of my clothes were up here, but I did manage to swab some toothpaste over my teeth and tongue and found a washcloth to wash my face. And then I snuck downstairs.
I knew what it looked like.
It looked like I was running away. And I wasn't running exactly. I was walking. It wasn’t like I wanted to go. I wanted to stay. I was so tempted to let him make me breakfast. To maybe go for another round.
But in the early hours before dawn, I could see how my brother would react to this. I could see him losing his shit. Last night Lock was everything I needed. But my life, the craziness of it, I'd had to keep him in the dark. Lie. And he already saw too much. Lying to someone like him was not going to be easy. He would demand answers that I couldn't give, and he would eventually leave.
Or maybe you could just give it a shot. Get more sex. And maybe you just tell him that you have one of those jobs that you can't tell him what you do. Maybe he'll be okay with that.
I glanced around at my surroundings again. The rich details, the furnishings, the artwork. He was the kind of bloke who would ask questions. He wouldn't be comfortable being in the dark. I couldn’t keep him.
Finally dressed again in my walk-of-shame outfit, I found my phone and texted Tabs.
Saff: On my way to you.
Tabs: OMG. Get your slutty arse over here and tell me everything!
I checked the time. It was barely four o'clock. I’d be smart and get a car.
I was so tempted to go back upstairs. Even knowing that was a bad idea.
Maybe if you can't kiss him, at least leave a note so he's not worried.
Right.
I was just going to leave him a quick note because I didn't want him to worry. I could hear the bullshit in my own thoughts. I wanted him to find me again. But that was a terrible idea.
If he came looking for me, Gabe would have several very large men end his life.
But I couldn't not say anything. So I found a piece of paper and a pen on the coffee table and scribbled a note. Thank you for the first aid. And then leaving my shoes off, I tiptoed back upstairs, which I knew was a risk, but still. I left it on the nightstand on my side of the bed then tiptoed back down the stairs. I found my shoes, and with one last look, I let myself out.
Outside of his building, my car was already waiting. I had to resist the urge to run back upstairs and throw caution to the wind and give no fucks, because that wasn't my life. I didn't do things like that. I didn't have one-night stands with strangers. And I sure as hell didn't have relationships with strangers. There was no way this could work between us. It was just untenable, and I needed to see that. And if I dicked around anymore with his emotions, he was likely to end up maimed or dead. Everything would be better if I just stayed the fuck away. So sadly, I gave the driver Tab's address and walked away.
Forever.
Leaving was the only way to protect him and my heart.
Chapter Eleven
Lachlan
The harsh streaks of early sunlight jarred me awake. Next was the scent that had me rolling over into full consciousness. Perfume. Rose. Maybe lilies? Vanilla? Something else. What was that?
Considering I never brought anyone back here, where had it come from?
I reached over to the other side of the bed, and it was cool to the touch. But the scent grew stronger. I took another whiff, inhaling deeply, letting my lungs fill with it, letting it permeate my skin. And then I remembered. Saff.
Jesus Christ.
That had me sitting straight up in bed, the sheet falling to my waist. Okay, so much for rules being broken. "Saff? Are you in here?"
I didn't hear the shower or anything in my bedroom, but I'd showed her around last night to the other room. Maybe she hadn't wanted to wake me?
I had zero compunction about climbing out of bed and letting my morning wood swing in the wind. After all, I'd been gifted for a reason. Might as well show it off.
"Saff? Where are you?"
I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear them, somehow sure that once I cleared out the sleep I would find her, maybe sitting at my breakfast bar? What the hell?
You know what this is. She ghosted.
There was no way. Last night hadn't been some casual hookup thing.
Maybe not for you.
No. Fucking hell, no.
I hurried down the stairs into the other bedroom on the first floor, sure I would find her there.
But nothing. No Saff.
She clearly wasn’t there. Nothing was disturbed. Hell, the door wasn't even open. I went into the bathroom to double-check, even though I knew she wasn't there.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, suddenly less interested in my morning wood swinging in the wind.
Fucking hell.
She had fucking ghosted me. Such bullshit.
Maybe she left a note?
At that point I figured it was wishful thinking, because if she'd snuck out in the middle of the night, or in our case, very early in the morning, there was no way she left a note. But one could always hope.