“Blaise, that feels so good,” she moaned.
“Mmm, I missed this pussy.”
“You did not!” she protested with a laugh.
I pumped two fingers into her entrance and gave her a wicked grin again. “Did so. Missed tasting you and making you come. You gonna come for me, sweets?”
She nodded.
I went back down to suck on her clit while my fingers thrusted in and out of her. She gripped my hair, and I felt her walls clench around my fingers. My dick got harder while I thought about how she’d squeeze around it soon. She gripped my hair harder while she came, moaning loudly.
I should have been concerned about the noise, but Michael was back at college, and Dad was still at the bar. Also, I didn’t give a fuck, and I wanted to hear her scream my name.
I slid her legs off my shoulders and reached into my bedside drawer for a condom. Veronica’s chest was still heaving from her orgasm, and her eyes were closed. I slid the condom on and spread lube onto my cock, fisting it a couple times to make sure I was still hard. Her eyes fluttered open, and she twisted around in the bed so she was on all fours.
Fuck yes. Veronica knew exactly what I wanted.
“Grab the headboard and hold on, sweets,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, and I slid in behind her. We sighed in relief as I buried myself to the hilt. I fisted her hair as I pounded into her from behind, and she cried out.
I slapped her ass again and fucked her with wild abandon. Her soft cries egged me on to keep going faster and rougher than I normally would have. She made me feel like a wild animal.
“Yes, yes, right there,” she moaned into my bedspread.
I gripped her hair tighter. “You want it hard and rough?”
“Mmm…” was her only reply.
“Talk to me, sweets. Tell me you love when I fuck you from behind.”
“I love it. I want more. Rougher, faster. Break me in two.”
I leaned over her and kissed her neck. She moaned at my lips on her skin, but then I pulled out of her.
“Why? I was so close!” she cried.
I laid on my back and pulled her over my thighs. I readjusted myself to find her entrance, and she slid down on my cock. “Ride me,” I ordered.
She did as she was told, riding me like she was meant for it while I fingered her clit and made her shake above me.
“I’m gonna come,” she moaned and put her hands on my chest to brace herself. Her eyes flashed as she touched my tattoo. “I hate seeing her name here.”
I grinned at her. “Jealous, sweets?”
She covered Astrid’s name with her hand as she rolled her hips against mine. “I don’t like seeing another woman’s name when I’m fucking you into oblivion.”
I lifted my knees up behind her and arched my hips to meet her downward strokes. She cried out while she rode out her orgasm on top of me.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I moaned.
“Please,” she begged. I gripped her ass tighter, pushing her down onto my cock while I moaned and moved beneath her. I clenched my teeth together and made a guttural noise as my orgasm wrenched through my body.
When I opened my eyes, she lay across my chest, breathing hard and her hair sweaty from the exertion. I lifted her off my body and moved to get rid of the condom. She curled onto the spare pillow on my bed. I threw the condom into my trash can beside the bed and got back into it, pulling the sheets over our naked bodies.
She smiled at me and kissed my shoulder. “Um…where’s your bathroom?” she asked.
“Oh, middle door. Wait, I’ll give you one of my shirts to put on.”
I got up and went to my dresser drawer, and pulled out one of my Bulldogs Hockey t-shirts. She got out of bed, and I handed it to her. She quickly pulled it over her head and walked out of the room toward the bathroom. I slid my boxers back on and dug into my jeans on the floor for my phone and nearly shit a brick at all the notifications. Not just from my social media but text messages, too.
I scrolled through them with a scowl.
AYDEN: You’re dating Veronica?!? For real?
AYDEN: Dad’s gonna be pissed
ASTRID: Blaise, call me. I miss you.
The last one pissed me off because I knew she didn’t miss me. She was just jealous I had moved on. In re-examining my relationship with Astrid, we were young and didn’t know what we were doing. She had to always have control over me…but now I was free.
I stabbed at my phone.
ME: Too bad. I moved on. You should too.
ASTRID: Blaise, don’t be that way.
ME: You broke up with me. I’ve got a good girl now. Have a good life, Astrid.
I put my phone on the bedside table and climbed back into my bed. I lay back, relaxing, and put my hands behind my head. I hadn’t expected the sex tonight with Veronica, but I wasn’t complaining.
I could do casual. We could do this fake dating thing, and then after her ex’s wedding, we’d go our separate ways. It would totally be fine.
Chapter Ten
VERONICA
I woke to lips on my neck and a hand on my bare ass. I opened my eyes, trying to remember where I was because I didn’t recognize the darkness of the room. When I felt a cock poking into my back, I remembered I slept with Blaise Holmstrom again, and I had been sleeping in one of his t-shirts.
I had no intention of sleeping with him last night. Well, that wasn’t true. My pussy had screamed ‘Yes,’ while my brain screamed ‘No,’ and my hormones won out. I didn’t want to spend the night either, but it had been getting late, and when I started looking up what train I needed to get home, he asked me to stay over. His sparkling azure eyes had given me those sad puppy dog eyes, and I couldn’t say no to him.
Of course, then he went down on me again, so I forgot what the argument was. This mountain of a man was trouble for me with a capital T.
He pulled me against his chest, his lips traveling down my neck. “God, you’re sexy.”
“I try,” I joked.
He nuzzled my hair. “I love your hair like this.”
“I told you I like to switch it up.”
“It’s Bulldogs colors.”
“Not on purpose.”
“Still, I love it.”
My alarm blared on the bedside table. I turned it off and laid back on the bed with a sigh. Shit, I didn’t have time to run home and change. Eddie and Alex bought the storefront on South Street because they lived above it. I kept clothes there if I stayed in the city and didn’t have time to go back to Drakesville. My first client wasn’t until noon, so I could take a shower there. It wasn’t ideal, but I could manage.
I shouldn’t have had sex with Blaise again, not that I regretted it, but it was going to make things more complicated. Which was even harder when he was so hot and knew exactly what I liked.
Blaise’s hand stroked across my hip, and I mewled at his touch. His lips curled up into a cute smirk. He had to know he was trouble for me. But he didn’t care, and neither did I when he gave me as many orgasms as I wanted. That’s why I didn’t protest when he cupped my face and pressed his lips against mine.
I sighed into the kiss, loving how he took charge by angling my head and kissing me deeper. I could get used to Blaise Holmstrom kissing me, especially if he took me rough like he had last night. I opened for him when his tongue slid across my lips.