Normally, I didn’t waste a lot of time with that kind of foreplay, and I sure as fuck never put my mouth to some random one-night stand’s wet pussy. But hell if I didn’t with her. It was craziness. Insanity.
But goddamn, she tasted so good. My tongue plunged into her cunt, mimicking what I’d be doing with my cock, working her over like a master. It wasn’t long before she was gripping my hair in both hands and grinding against my face. She moaned low and raspy before she screamed my name and her release flooded my tongue.
So. Fucking. Amazing.
Pulling away with a bite to her inner thigh, I ripped my jeans open, dug out a condom, and had it slid over my hard length before I knew it. My cock bounced in anticipation.
Her feet moved up my legs and pushed my jeans down to my thighs. I couldn’t be bothered to remove them all the way. Not yet. First, I wanted—no, needed—to be inside her.
Fingers testing to see if she could handle me, I watched as she arched up. It was like she was offering herself to me. A pagan goddess laid out at my altar.
I worked first two, then three fingers into her slick sheath. She was so fucking tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her, but she pushed into my hand and whimpered. Darkened blue eyes stared up at me as she reached up and gripped my hand that continued to work her over.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
Any semblance of control I might’ve had vanished. Lining myself up, I shoved the head in and glanced up to her heavy-lidded eyes. Mouth parted, she panted, causing her perfectly shaped tits to rise. I was lost.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I plunged balls deep into her tight, wet heat. Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt so good. Tingles shot up my spine, and I found myself on the verge of losing it.
Her entire body had tensed and her nails bit into my arms when I entered her. Those slick pussy walls gripped me like a clenched fist. Struggling, I grunted and breathed through the need to explode. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” I groaned as I tried to move. “You gotta relax, or I’m gonna hurt you.”
With each jagged breath, she relaxed a little more until finally I could drop my hands to beside her head and move inside her. “Holy fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Fuck had become my new favorite word.
Except it was true. It was easily the best sex I’d ever experienced, and I was shocked. Ordinarily, I’d fuck like an animal and be happy that we both got off. Something about her had told me she’d be different, and I was right.
By the time I emptied into the condom, I was covered in a sheen of sweat and my mind was a mess.
“Torn”—Creed
My head was pounding as I turned my face into my pillow. Except that didn’t really help get me away from the light threatening to blind me. When I tried to roll out of bed, I found myself stuck. Confusion had me lifting my head. A muscular arm covered in tattoos was flung over me, and a heavy leg pinned one of mine to the bed.
Eyes wide, I barely noticed the sunlight anymore. “Shit,” I whispered as I tried to figure out how I was going to get up without waking him. The events of the evening before began to bombard me as I slowly lifted his arm and inched my way closer to the edge of the big bed.
I’d lost my ever-loving mind. Glancing at the balcony, I was assaulted by images of being bent over the rail as he savagely fucked me. The roots of my hair actually tingled, wanting to be pulled tight in his fist again.
After getting my upper body free, I worked my leg from under his. He shifted and gave a little snore as I froze on the edge of the bed. When he didn’t make any further noises or movements, I climbed out of bed, wincing at the ache between my legs.
Trying to remember where my clothes were, I held my pounding skull. A glimpse of peach by the door brought back the memory of him telling me to strip out of my jeans and to take my underwear with them. My face heated at how I’d readily complied.
Thankfully, my phone was still in the back pocket. Struggling to be quiet as I turned my jeans right side out, I searched the room for my other beige heel. There was no way I was leaving in one shoe. I dropped to my knees after hurriedly pulling on my bottoms and bra.
“There you are,” I whispered as I reached under the dresser for the wayward shoe. My blouse was in the bathroom. No clue how that happened. Looking in the mirror, I groaned softly. Listening for movement, I cautiously turned the water on to a mere trickle. Enough to wash the raccoon eyes off. Then I looked around for a brush to use.
He had absolutely nothing in the bathroom. No hygiene bag, nothing. Dammit. Resigned to doing the best I could, I pulled my hair up in a ratted messy bun and secured it with a band from my pocket. “Good enough.”
Tiptoeing back out into the room, I risked a last look at the sex god from the night before. One arm thrown above his head, sheet riding low on his hips, one leg cocked to the side, he looked beautiful. Dark, wavy hair was spread out on the pillow, and I remembered pulling it as he… oh, God. A neatly trimmed beard covered his jaw, and thick lashes fanned over his cheeks. My eyes moved up as I fought drooling over the rippling abs on display.
Sweet baby Jesus, he was stunning. Not that I hadn’t noticed last night, but being able to overtly study him drove the point home.
He wasn’t massively buff, but he was fit, lean, and perfectly sculpted from sin.
I had to squeeze my hands into fists to keep from trailing them along the little bit of a happy trail peeking over the top of the sheet. The blankets were in a heap on the floor.
The thick bulge over one thigh had my face burning. I’d become very well acquainted with that part of him last night. Don’t get me wrong, I was no virgin, but I’d never had a one-night stand in my life. Why I’d done it last night, I didn’t know.
Actually, that wasn’t true. I’d wanted him the second I’d seen him. He was simply intoxicating, without the need for alcohol.
The thought of facing my parents had also been weighing heavy on me, and I’d gone out with Natalie as sort of a last hurrah. My parents didn’t know I was back in Austin yet. After graduation, I’d told them I was going to visit with a friend, then head home. It wasn’t a complete lie—I just didn’t tell them the friend was in Austin.
For a split second, I wondered if it would be bad form to take a pic of his dick as proof of the night. A tangible reminder, so to speak. I had to fight not to giggle at the thought.
Shaking my head, I ignored the pounding and tucked the memories away for a rainy day. It was time to join the real world. Last night was pure fantasy, not even remotely a part of my reality. Yet, I didn’t regret a minute of it.
Once I reached the door, I slipped my shoes on and slowly opened it, trying to be quiet. I didn’t want to have to work through that awkward morning-after dance. It was better if I could simply get the hell out without waking him. The click of the door when I shut it had me freezing and listening against it to see if he woke up. When nothing seemed to stir on the other side, I started toward the elevator, hitting Natalie’s number on my phone.
Right as the ringing started in my ear, I heard an echoing sound coming from one of the rooms. As I passed by the door next to the room I’d exited, I heard a muted “hello” right as Natalie answered her phone.
“Natalie?” I asked, though I’d called her.
“Mmm,” she mumbled sleepily.
“Uh, where are you?” I asked, staring at the door I’d heard the ringing behind.
She gave a giggle, and I heard a man murmur something in the background. Oh, God. “The Four Seasons. Can you believe it?” she answered with a yawn.
Fuck.
“Um. I think I’m outside your door.”
“What?” she asked, suddenly sounding wide awake. “How?”
“Long story. Are you ready to go, or should I get an Uber back to your place?” I didn’t want to be a party pooper, but I needed to get back, get cleaned up, and get to my parents’ for brunch.
“Shit, hang on.” There was rustling, a muffled masculine chuc
kle, and then shuffling before the door unlocked and her blonde head peeked out the door. She had a white sheet wrapped around her toga-style and the same just-been-fucked hair I’d had earlier.
“Sorry to wake you up. I didn’t know you were here too,” I whispered. “How the hell do a bunch of bikers afford rooms at the Four Seasons?” I continued to whisper as I glanced over her shoulder to make sure the guy wasn’t behind her.
She shrugged. “No clue. Don’t care,” she answered with a cocky grin. “You have fun last night?”
Again, my face heated, and I cursed my propensity for blushing profusely. “Girl, you have no idea.”
“Good. You deserve it, Syd,” she said with a sympathetic smile. She knew my parents well, since her parents were their neighbors and best friends. She knew the high standards my dad had for me and the hopes he’d had that I’d pull my head out of my ass and get a “real degree,” as he’d put it. Mom didn’t care, because she expected me to find a good marriage and run several charities like she did.
“Well, I’m going to catch a car and head back to your place.”
“Oh! Hold on.” She shuffled off, dragging the sheet behind her before returning to the door. “Here.” She handed me her apartment key. “Will you be there when I head home?”
“Probably not. I have brunch with the ’rents.”
“No problem, babe. Just leave the key in the planter on the back porch.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll see you later.” She winked and closed the door.
With one last glance at the door I’d exited, I rushed to the elevator. Pushing the button multiple times, I waited impatiently for it to arrive at my floor. While I waited, I ordered an Uber to pick me up. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally stepped on and the doors slid closed without a peep coming from down the hall. Not that I was afraid of him, but it was a little embarrassing to be sneaking out in the wee hours of the morning.
There was also the little problem of desperately wanting to go back for another round, though it would be a mistake. Not to mention my parents’ response at me bringing home a biker. I could hear it already.
“Sydney. You could do so much better than that. A biker, really? What were you thinking?”
I’d rather not. Besides, he was staying in a hotel, which meant he was likely only visiting. No sense in getting attached, because I sure as hell wasn’t looking for a long-distance relationship.
The bright light of day cast an embarrassing glow over me as I did the walk of shame through the goddamn Four Seasons. Every step, I prayed no one would recognize me. My mother had her annual charity auction there every year, and they knew me from helping her.
I’d never hear the end of it.
Thankfully, the car was pulling up as I rushed through the front doors, head bowed. Climbing in, I gave the driver Natalie’s address and hid my face with my hand as we pulled away.
The driver chatted happily away the entire way, and I answered with minimal words. When she pulled up in front of Natalie’s swanky apartment building paid for by her parents, I thanked her.
“Honey, there’s no shame in enjoying yourself. If men can do it, so can us women.” She gave me a wink, rolled up her window, and drove off. My shoulders slumped. She was right. There was no shame. Though the fact that she recognized me for what I was in the light of day was a little disconcerting.
As I unlocked the door and stepped in, I leaned against the cool metal. It wasn’t shame I was feeling. It was sad resignation.
Because I knew no one would measure up to him, and that seriously sucked.
“Sydney, I have an interview for you Monday at nine in the morning with our human resources director,” my father announced at brunch. My fork clattered to the table.
“What?” I asked in shock.
“Now that you’ve graduated, you need to find a job. I’ve arranged for an interview. What’s not clear about that?” he asked as he took a sip of his mimosa.
My brothers all stared at their plates. They knew I had no interest in working at my father’s company. Network security held absolutely zero appeal for me. But did any of them stand up for me? Of course not. Because none of them wanted to piss our father off. In their defense, they’d all told me a million times that they were waiting for me to stick up for myself first.
They were right. I knew it, but it didn’t make it any easier to tell my dad “no.”
“Dad. Why wouldn’t you ask me first?” I didn’t mean to sound disrespectful, but I’m pretty sure I did anyway.
“Because the odds that you’d find a job with that history degree you got are about the same as me moving to Pluto.” Though I knew he was right, it didn’t mean that I wanted to hear it. I’d started in the degree program because I loved history and thought I wanted to teach. It didn’t take long to realize I didn’t have the drive to be a teacher, rendering my degree a little pointless. “All that money to send you to TCU, and you come back with a degree in history, for Christ’s sake.”
“I have some interviews lined up,” I blurted out. Then I inwardly cringed. It was a lie, and if he called me on it, I was screwed.
My father raised a brow at me and stilled. “When?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother lay a calming hand on his arm. She was on my side to a certain extent.
“Next week,” I added to the big fat lie. My twin brother, Jake, flashed me a look. He knew almost everything about me. He knew if I’d had an interview scheduled for next week, I would’ve told him—we were that close.
I squirmed in my seat a little as my father’s penetrating gaze bored into me. “If you don’t have a job by the end of the month, you’re talking to HR. Are we clear?” I nodded. When he relaxed and resumed eating, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Jake whispered under his breath, “You are so fucked.”
“Shut it,” I whispered back. Thankfully, my dad’s attention had been diverted to my uncle Simon. They sat discussing something that didn’t interest me, so I tuned them out.
The rest of brunch was uneventful. When our parents moved out to the poolside to visit with my aunt Beatrice and my uncle Simon, my brothers said their goodbyes to them.
“Hope you really have interviews lined up,” chuckled my brother, Theo. He was there without his wife and kiddos, which was odd.
“She doesn’t,” Jake confidently piped in. With an expression of mirth, he watched me slouch in my chair. “And why were you at the Four Seasons last night?”
Eyes bugging, I stared at him with my mouth agape. “Were you spying on me?”
He snorted and he rolled his eyes. “Please. You think I have nothing better to do? I had a date. We ate at Ciclo, then had cocktails in the bar. I saw you walk past with some dude with longer hair hanging in his face.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned as I covered my face with the cloth napkin.
“Jesus, Sydney,” my brother Diego said on a sigh. Theo growled, and I knew he was ready to kick someone’s ass. As my oldest brother, he was extremely protective of me. Oh, who was I kidding? They were all ridiculously protective, he was simply the worst of the lot. I dropped my hands to my lap.
Caleb slapped a hand on the table as he narrowed his eyes at me. “Who was he?”
“None of your damn business! I’m twenty-two years old. You don’t get to dictate my life any more than our father does, nor do you get to question who I hang out with.”
“Hang out with? In a hotel room? Alone? Okay, sure.” Jake gave me a droll look as he drew out his last word. My eyes narrowed as I glared at him for stirring the pot further.
“Look, it doesn’t matter,” I argued. Then to change the subject, I turned to Theo. “Where’s Wendy and the kids?”
I really didn’t like his wife, but I adored my niece and nephew. Theo appeared to tense before he waved me off. “She wasn’t feeling good, so she and the kids stayed home. Anyway, I gotta run so I can help with them so she can rest.”
Though I smelled bullshit, I let it slide
. After all, I didn’t want to bring the conversation back to me.
We all stood from the table, and I went with my brothers to the door to say goodbye.
“See ya later, squirt,” Caleb said, using my childhood nickname. He knew I hated it, and that’s exactly why he did it. With one last hug, he walked out to his car.
“You know we’re only looking out for you, right?” asked Theo with a furrowed brow. He’d paused in the doorway.
“Yes. I know.” I sighed, resigned to the fact that I’d likely be the baby sister for the rest of my life.
He enveloped me in a huge hug, then wandered outside. Diego and Jake both hugged me together. “We love you, little sis,” said Diego. “That’s the only reason we worry.”
A reluctant smile crept across my face.
“You planning on seeing this guy again? Cuz if you are, we’re going to need to meet him,” added Jake with an evil little grin. I snorted out a laugh.
“Unlikely,” I said as I shook my head with a rueful tip of my lips. The thought of my brothers meeting up with the biker I’d hooked up with last night was not a welcome one. Poor Alex might be tough and have a gang of badass-looking members, but my brothers were a little crazy.
“Damn, I was hoping to put the fear of God in him.” Diego cracked his knuckles, and I gave him a push out the open door as he chuckled. Diego was a six-foot-four beast of a guy. He’d inherited my father’s lighter hair, which was hilarious considering my mother gave him a Spanish name. Then again, her mother was a blonde, born and raised in Spain. The dark hair she’d passed on to me came from her father.
That left me and Jake standing alone in the foyer. Only five and a half minutes apart in age, we were extremely close. Hell, if he weren’t a guy, people might think we were identical. Same dark hair, same blue eyes, same nose, arch of our brows, everything. He’d stayed local and gone to UT, while I’d gone hours away.
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