The sun coming through the curtains didn’t warm me. It was a cold feeling. I knew that when I opened my eyes, I would be alone in this room. My dream had been so real. I gently touched my body, feeling the tightness there from use. My mind was playing games with me. My panties were in place, and although I felt sated, I knew it was all in my head. The ache in my heart from the emptiness around me was there. Haunting me. Reminding me how alone I was. Being alone before Gannon had been easier. Before I knew what completion felt like, I had been strong.
Nothing broke me. Not having a father who didn’t want or love me, not losing my only hero to another woman, not even watching my sister become a woman worshipped by the guy I thought I loved. I had remained strong. I had been my own rock. But now . . . I didn’t want that. I wanted something I’d never have. Curling into a ball, I tried to ease the hollowness and the depression that came with it.
Major
Her name was Jill. I hadn’t even been close. Rolling over in bed, I frowned and closed my eyes when I realized Jill was still here. All that blond hair was spread out on my pillows, and she wasn’t hard to look at or wake up to, other than the fact that she was not who should be in my bed. She was a distraction.
A really damn good-looking distraction. And I liked her accent. It was really thick. She wasn’t from around here. My guess would be Mississippi or Alabama, with a twang that pronounced. When she came, she moaned in a husky tone that made my dick hard just thinking about it. I wanted that.
Hell, what would it hurt to have one more stab at her? I was going to have to focus on a woman who couldn’t care less if I was breathing today. Might as well enjoy one who liked screaming my name in that sexy drawl of hers.
Leaning over, I kissed her bare shoulder and inhaled her sweet scent. She wore some vanilla fragrance that reminded me of cookies, and I fucking loved cookies. Especially sugar cookies. I kissed my way down her arm until I made it to her flat stomach. I licked at her navel, and she began to stir.
A slow smile stretched across her sleepy face, and I liked that. I needed it. My ego needed it. Sure, she wasn’t a Nan. Not many women were, but she was damn cute. I could enjoy cute and then go back after high-maintenance, sexy-as-hell Nan.
“Morning,” I said, in a husky whisper I knew she’d like. Then I began to kiss lower, and like a good little girl, she spread her legs for me. All vanilla vanished as the smell of our sex last night lingered. That was hotter than the vanilla.
Reaching into the nightstand, I grabbed another condom and grinned to see the other two empty packages on the floor from last night. I’d worn her out, yet she was ready for more. Pretty little slut. I hadn’t even known her name, but she was ready to fuck me last night. Her daddy should have taught her that she was worth more than that.
But he hadn’t, and I was about to take advantage of it.
“Ah,” she whimpered, as my tongue ran up the plump pink folds. “Yes” was her next pant as she lifted her hips.
I wasn’t going to be able to do this for long. I needed my own release. A few more licks, and I moved up, slid the condom on, and plunged into her, closing my eyes as the tight squeeze pulled me in further. I loved sex. So fucking much. “You like that, baby?” I asked, knowing from the way she moved and moaned that she loved it.
“Yes,” she said, opening her legs wider and moving her knees up my sides. “Fuck me harder, like you did last night.”
Grinning, I began to pound into her as she cried out my name over and over in a chant. I liked that a fucking lot. I gave it to her while losing a bit of my own control. She’d probably be sore from this, but she’d remember me.
Jill hadn’t been gone long when my apartment door opened and Cope walked in. He didn’t look pleased. Big shocker there. He was always pissed. About life.
“Enjoy that?” he asked in a disgusted tone.
Did the dude never get any pussy? What was his deal? A man needed fucking.
“As a matter of fact, I fucking loved it. She was a wildcat. Left scratches and moaned loudly. Even screamed some.”
Cope didn’t look amused or even like he had heard me. “You aren’t going to be able to pull this off with Nan. She’s cold toward you. Detached, even. I spoke with DeCarlo, and he’s moving you to another job. You’ve messed this one up. Pack your things, make your excuses, and be ready to leave at three today.” Then the bossy bastard turned to leave.
“What? Wait!” I said, setting my still-empty coffee cup down.
“Do I need to speak slower?” he asked, stopping and turning back to me. “Your face isn’t pretty enough. She needs more than pretty.”
“I have a plan.” I lied, because I’d fucked Jill all night instead of making a plan like I was supposed to.
“No, you don’t. I do. You leave at three.”
I opened my mouth to argue again when his glare darkened. Although I wasn’t scared of much, that son of a bitch was fucking scary.
“Three,” he said simply, then turned and left the apartment.
Fuck me. I had failed at my first job. Shit. Jill had been good but not that good. I wanted to succeed and show these motherfuckers I could do it. Nan should have been the easiest thing I ever did. Yet she’d been the hardest damn female I’d ever encountered.
If I packed up and left, then I was giving up. I was letting them prove I was a pussy. I wasn’t a damn pussy. Nan was not going to screw this up for me. Damn her stubborn, moody ass. I’d given her notes and taken her on a romantic date. Last night was my thank you? Oh, hell no.
I had until three today. I could fix this shit. She’d love me again. Or at least she’d want me. I just needed a fucking plan. I had, oh, six hours to get one. Damn, I was screwed.
Nan