I should have said, “Both.”
Instead, I said, “Marcus. I didn’t start out in Hank’s lap, it just happened.”
His fingers went from his jeans to me and, without warning, one slid inside.
“Ohmigod,” I whispered. I couldn’t help it, it felt so good, it deserved an “ohmigod”.
“A lot of shit just happens when you’re with other guys,” Eddie said low, his mouth stil against mine, then his fingers moved, his thumb got involved, my bones dissolved, I closed my eyes and pressed my h*ps against him.
“It’s nothing,” I breathed.
“Jet, open your f**kin’ eyes and look at me.” I did.
His eyes were burning into me. I realized in the middle of a turned-on daze that something was happening and it had a lot to do with Eddie being hot-blooded, me being his w-word and Eddie not liking coming home after a shitty task he did for me to find me with my head in some other man’s lap.
I couldn’t say I blamed him.
His fingers kept up their torture as he spoke.
“You’re gonna have to wake up to the shit happenin’
around you. You think Hank doesn’t want this…” His finger went out and then back in and I was pretty sure it was joined with another one, “you’re wrong.”
I was finding it difficult to keep my concentration on our conversation but felt it was important I do so.
I tried to explain.
“Hank’s your friend, he sees in black and white, he plays by the good guy’s rules. He told me so. He wouldn’t try anything with me.”
Eddie wasn’t convinced.
“I think I’ve been pretty f**kin’ tolerant of your shit until now, but I’m warnin’ you, tonight it ends. Do you understand?”
I nodded, though I didn’t real y understand, I was beginning to.
His fingers went away but then he fil ed me and immediately started moving.
immediately started moving.
“You don’t understand. You don’t have a f**kin’ clue,” he said against my neck.
I’d never had sex against a wal , or anywhere other than a bed, except, of course, the stuff Eddie and I did in the shower. The shower stuff wasn’t sex as such, as it didn’t involve penetration and acrobatics, just fingers, mouths and eventual orgasms. Mostly, my orgasms.
Okay, all my orgasms.
This was al new to me.
New and yum.
I chanced moving my arm from hanging on for dear life around his shoulders and slid my fingers into his hair.
“Eddie,” I whispered.
His head came up. “What?” he asked, stil moving.
“Are you done talking?”
He ground his h*ps into me and I bit my lip.