His incoherency hit home, and orgasm rushed up on me like a fucking freight train.No, not yet.But I was powerless to its impact. My body seized and I fell onto Jude with a low, ragged cry.
He convulsed beneath me. Wet warmth coated my stomach, and finally, I came so hard I saw fucking stars.
Four
Jude
Man or woman, I’d never been fucked by anyone the way I’d been fucked by Isha in that hotel room. I’d lost count of the number of times he’d rolled me over and shoved inside me just one more time.
I wished I hadn’t let him. Not because he hadn’t made me forget my own name, but because now I couldn’t forget his. Forget him, as I stared at the list of upcoming birthday parties I had in my diary.
Fuck my life.
I sat—carefully—on the chair I’d pulled up to my makeshift desk; the top of a chameleon vivarium. Friday was admin day while my part-timer ran the shop, but I was having a hard time concentrating, even without the deep ache at the base of my spine. I’d left Isha at dawn, and the lack of sleep was fucking with my head.
At least, that was what I told myself, but truthfully, I always got this way when I was trying to balance my books. If it hadn’t been for Isha’s finger marks bruising my skin, I’d probably have angsted myself into a seizure by now, and Lord knew, I didn’t need that today.
Focus. I prodded a few keys on my ageing laptop, willing the accounting software to crawl its way out of the glitch it had been in for the last ten minutes. Nothing happened. Sighing, I pushed my chair back with a screech and abandoned all attempts at adulting. Bottom line was I had no money. I didn’t need to square up to my shitty netbook to know it.
I retreated, grumbling, to my favourite corner of the back room and let Morrissey out for a walk around. He climbed up my arm and sat on my bicep, gazing, unblinking, the way only reptiles could. “Stop staring at me.”
His silence was far tamer than Isha’s response to the same request. Unbidden, my mind took me back to the heated moment I’d caught him staring at me as though I was the only bloke he’d ever fucked. For a split second, it had made me uncomfortable, but the sensation of his cock in me had eclipsed that pretty quick. Had eclipsed everything in its path, save a desperation I couldn’t remember ever feeling before.
Man, I’d come so hard. A shiver rippled through me as I recalled the moment release had hit. Isha driving into me, his gorgeous brown skin glittering with the perfect amount of sweat, his dark eyes free of the careful consideration that had defined him up until then. He’d fucked me wildly, and I’d revelled in it, nerves alive with the need to be entirely present for every damn moment. I’d shot so hard my dick had hurt, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. And I hated myself for it. I hadn’t gone to Grindr to lose days of my life to mooning over some rich twat I’d never see again.
But you will see him again.
Damn it.I knocked my head on the musk turtle tank beside me and closed my eyes. Tam Hussain’s party was in two weeks, a fact I’d known before I’d decided to screw his father in a hotel room, and there was zero chance our next encounter wouldn’t be awkward as hell.
“Jude?”
“Hmm?” I opened my eyes. Both Morrissey and Shaqueela, my assistant for the day, were staring at me as though I’d spoken every word of my internal tirade out loud. “Sorry, what?”
Shaqueela held out my phone. “It was beeping. I thought it might be important.”
I doubted it, but took the phone anyway and heaved myself off the floor. “Thanks. How’s it looking out there?”
“We’re cleaned out of live food. When’s the next delivery?”
“Tonight. Have we got enough to do the rounds later?”
“Of course. I set it aside this morning, remember?”
Nope. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. Do you want to go for lunch now?”
That earned me another idiot look, but Shaqueela didn’t bother to remind me she’d taken her break two hours ago. What was the point? It wasn’t like she didn’t know what a ditz I was when I was knackered.
She wandered off, leaving me to put Morrissey back and return to my pathetic attempt at accounting. My software glitch had righted itself and it was a while before I remembered my beeping phone.
I glanced at it casually, expecting a payment reminder for the company credit card, or a message to the shop’s social media hub. For the second time in as many days, a Grindr notification caught me off guard.That’s why you don’t leave your phone lying around the shop, remember?But apparently I wasn’t remembering anything today, unless it was the fuckhot sex from the night before.
Winner.
Nerves tingling, I opened the app and found the message. I braced myself for it to be a dick pic from some dirty old man up the road. But it wasn’t.
stacked81:how are you feeling today?
Jesus. Really?I was kind of disappointed. Not that he’d messaged me, but more that he hadn’t opened with the filth I’d left behind in that damn fucking hotel room. My body still burned for him, and he wanted to exchange pleasantries? Screw that.