didn’t involve me jacking off, though the ache in my balls said that wasn’t a bad idea.
Still. I resisted.
Chapter Forty-Six
Jake
For some reason, being with Presley at the cabin made sitting down to write that much easier. She inspired me, made me desperate to put words on paper. I’d never had a woman do that to me. Certain situations, yes. Songs, definitely. I’d been known to need to get to my computer to write because that particular moment had struck something inside me.
But never a woman.
Until her.
I opened my notebook, scanned the last chapter I’d written, which was hot, not helping the throb between my legs in the least.
I grabbed my pen and started to write.
Completely depleted, Kora managed to get her legs beneath her once again, her breathing finally returning to normal as Donovan removed the condom, tossing it in a trash bin in the corner before fixing her clothes for her. Apparently her body was too weak to listen to commands from her brain or she would’ve done it herself.
“Was that really as good as I think it was?” she asked, not thinking considering what she was saying before the words were out there, unable to be taken back.
She expected a cocky response, but when Donovan spoke, he sounded as surprised stupefied as she was felt.
“Definitely,” Donovan agreed.
Opening her eyes, Kora met his emerald intense gaze.
This was awkward.
She’d never done the deed in a storage closet with a guy she didn’t know, a guy she’d likely never see again, so she wasn’t sure what the rules were. Did she thank him for the orgasm? Did she simply turn and walk away? Was she expected to make small talk? Offer her phone number?
God, it was all too confusing.
Unfortunately, she didn’t know how it worked, so she stood there, staring at him.
“We should get back to the party,” he finally said.
Well, there you have it. She was supposed to pretend it had never happened, which she could do.
Nodding, she said, “Yes, we should.”
“You ready?” he asked.
Her legs still felt like limp noodles, but she managed to shore up her resolve, garner her strength, and push off the wall, brushing her hands over her hair as she did. When Donovan opened the door, Kora peeked out, and when she noticed the coast was clear, she stepped into the hall.
“Thanks,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder before she hurried into the ladies’ restroom, leaving him staring after her.
I liked that Kora left him hanging. She didn’t know how it worked, but she wasn’t going to let him dictate it, either, and she definitely wasn’t going to follow him around like a puppy. As far as Kora was concerned, their encounter was over.
One look in the mirror told her she looked well and truly fucked. In a good way, but fucked nonetheless.
My mind wandered to Presley, who was now sleeping upstairs in my T-shirt. I wanted to see her when she was well and truly fucked. By me.
Damn it.
Not helping.
I put my pen on the page again.
Her hair was a tangled mess, her mascara smeared, her lip gloss nonexistent. Knowing she couldn’t go back to the baby shower looking like this, Kora tried to reassemble herself as best she could. After a few minutes, she realized it wasn’t working.
There was no way she could walk back into that banquet room. It was bad enough her family and friends already thought she was a slut. This would only give them more reason to think that.
Was she? Did screwing some guy in a closet at her sister’s baby shower qualify her for slut-dom? He was, after all, her ex-boyfriend’s brother. Did that make it worse?
“Ugghh.”
As far as she was concerned, there was only one thing to do.
So, once again straightening her spine, Kora plastered on a smile and … made a beeline for her car.
I knew Donovan wouldn’t chase after Kora. Not yet. He would need to bide his time, find a way to track her down. But I also knew he was intuitive. He knew she’d left, even if he wished she hadn’t.
Donovan knew Kora was gone. He’d known she would disappear as soon as they’d stepped out into the hallway. Her brief “thanks” had seemed awkward, but he hadn’t known what to do or say. He got the distinct feeling that Kora had never done that before.
But he hadn’t been able to tell her that, so he’d simply returned to the baby shower, hoping no one had been looking for either