watching him as they pushed each other toward the edge.
They could’ve been teenagers by the way they played with each other. Just hands and fingers stroking inside and out, gliding and pumping. In minutes, they were both breathing hard and on another edge. He thrust into her hand as she worked her hips on his fingers.
Julie came first, her gasp and moan accompanied the rush of her orgasm and no sooner had she started clenching around Troy’s fingers, when she felt the warm wash of his come jet against her hand and onto her stomach.
Breathing hard, they stared at each other. The connection, the feelings she had for this man went way beyond her comfort level for the amount of time she’d known him.
His rare smile showcased his straight white teeth and her heart somersaulted because she could get that reaction from him.
“Did we really just do that?” he asked.
She rubbed her thumb under his ear. A spot she knew turned him on. His lids got heavy and she took comfort that she did know things about him. She just wanted more.
“Yeah, what happened to us? We went from the wild side to The Muppet Show in a matter of minutes. Losing our touch.”
His eyebrows quirked. “The Muppet Show?”
“You know, from full-on bondage sex to hand jobs? Hand jobs...sock puppets... Muppets...?” At his blank stare, she laughed. “Hey, not all the jokes hit all the time. Sue me.” She kissed him and smiled when his lips curved against hers. She rested her head next to his and took the breath he exhaled into her lungs. The closeness, the bond gave her a sense of comfort that was becoming more and more familiar with this man. She began to think she couldn’t live without it.
* * *
Allen watched as Carrie Ann threw off the white sheet and headed, naked, to the bathroom. The lady didn’t have a shy bone in her very toned body. He’d never been with anyone as physically fit. His experience with women ranged from too skinny to too fat. Carrie Ann was like that last bowl of porridge. She was just right. Not as good as Julie would be, but as perfect as anyone could be, not including Julie. She was shorter than Julie, but her skin was soft, her breasts were pert and best of all, she let him fuck her in ways he’d never fucked a woman. The girl bent more ways than a pretzel.
He looked around the hotel room, still in disbelief at what he’d done. When he’d knocked on Julie’s door looking for information, he never dreamed it would lead him to this place.
You betrayed Julie. Guilt tried to make its way through his system, but Allen crushed it. No. He’d done what he had to do. Julie would never have to know. He’d find a way to ensure Carrie Ann wouldn’t talk about it. At the moment, he needed Carrie Ann to find Julie.
The toilet flushed and water ran in the sink. Carrie Ann came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame.
“Tell me again, how long you’re here for?” she asked.
Allen smiled at the way she stood there, stark naked. Every woman he’d ever slept with had been self-conscious of her appearance. But Carrie Ann knew what she was about. Knew she had the whole package.
“I’m not sure. I might do some traveling, so I’m taking it day by day.” He’d told her he’d had to move into a hotel while the house was under renovation. It couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. Luckily, he had plenty of money saved since he still lived at home and he’d told Carrie Ann that all of his belongings were in storage. Spending three hundred dollars a night on a hotel room to make his story legit was the cost of doing business. Besides, when his game sold, a night here would be petty cash.
She sauntered over to the bed and straddled him. A sheet still covered his lower half, so she didn’t notice that his sore dick didn’t respond. He’d never gone all night before. The last two times he’d had to pretend he was fucking Julie to keep it up. As beautiful as Carrie Ann was, she simply didn’t hold a candle to Julie. She was just a means to an end.
“I wish I could stay.” She looked down at him with regret in her eyes, then ran her hands through his hair and grinned. “You are such a total