I’d just been completely satisfied less than ten minutes prior, I was more than ready to go. Hey, I hadn’t had sex in three years. I had a lot of catching up to do. Besides, he’d called me a sweet old nun.
“On your knees, Sutton,” I told him as I chucked my pants. “As much as I enjoyed coming in our pants like teenagers, I have a more exciting orifice in mind this time around.”
He raised an eyebrow even as he sank to his knees on the wet tile. “Is that fancy Cam-speak for a blow job? Because good grief, Foss.”
I huffed in amusement as I sank my fingers into his wet hair and angled his head perfectly. I was doing the world a favor by putting something in that mouth of his. “Open,” I instructed softly.
He worked me over like a pro, taking his slow, sweet time to turn me inside out. My legs shook so bad that I braced myself against the wall, not trusting I could hold myself up. At one point, I slammed my hand against the shower control, turning it off. I didn’t want to hear water against tile—I wanted to hear all those filthy sounds his mouth made in all its acoustic glory as he slurped and licked and sucked me into oblivion. He only backed off and started over twice before he let me come. I cursed as I shot down his throat, two of his fingers in my ass, his other hand working the base of my dick.
He kept his eyes on mine the entire time, which made it hard to maintain my emotional distance. Well, now I knew.
My list of rules already needed a fucking update.
Chapter 17
Cameron
I got roped into Bailey’s wedding madness on Saturday. She texted me at a godawful hour in the morning, reminding me to get my butt down to the tailor by nine thirty—sharp. I was starting to feel less and less enamored of her love story. I was close to floating the idea of elopement and Vegas, but then I remembered that she knew where I lived. I choose life.
When I walked into the little shop, it was already full of people from the wedding party. Garrick, the groom, immediately became my favorite because he shoved a cup of coffee in my hand before he even said hello. I thought about informing him that his wife to be was a harridan with no respect for sleep, but he had to already know that. Besides, telling someone that his future wife was annoying as hell seemed like more of a best man thing.
Garrick’s younger brothers Blake and Clark were also there getting measured. They were both redheaded, brown-eyed, and about the same height. They even had some of the same mannerisms. When I asked if they were twins, they scoffed at me, which probably meant that neither one of them had ever walked past a mirror. I couldn’t tell them apart to save my life, so I just mashed their names together and referred to them both as Blark.
Garrick’s college roommate, Beau, I knew a little more intimately. I’d dated him for six months before he’d pushed for us to move in together. When I’d said I didn’t think it was a good idea, he’d accused me of still being in love with Journey. And don’t you dare deny it, he’d snapped.
So… yeah. Good times.
Also in the room was a shy guy named Ben, who happened to be the tailor, and his assistant. The guys kept up a running chatter that I listened to with one ear, my thoughts drifting to Journey. No surprise there. I wanted to meet with him again, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate. I mean, we were supposed to be having fun and keeping things easy breezy. None of that included texting someone less than six hours after he blew you in the shower and you returned the favor for him on the sink. Right?
I was too old for games and keeping score about who liked whom the most and who texted first. Journey wasn’t going to be in Coral Cove much longer. I didn’t want to waste any of that time trying to play it cool. With that decided, I pulled out my phone and unleashed a literary masterpiece.
Hi.
Luckily for me, he didn’t seem to care about the night after rules, either. He texted right back, no cooling period required. You’re cute.
Not that I’m about to argue the obvious,