Triplets for The Millionaire - K.C. Crowne Page 0,25
from my cock and radiating through my body. My dick pulsed as I drained myself into her.
I collapsed forward, my muscles giving out. Lola rolled over and onto her back, and for several long moments, we simply laid there, catching our breath. I reached over and pulled Lola close. She rested her head on my chest, and I placed a kiss on her forehead.
The moments after sex were surprisingly comfortable. It hardly felt like the first time we’d been together. I didn’t quite know what to make of it.
My eyes fell on her tattoo again, barely visible in our position. Now that we weren’t in the middle of something more pressing, I could give it my full attention. I shifted so I could see it better. The design was beautiful, the eye done in gorgeous detail, the mosaic of ocean life stunning. I placed my fingertip on the tattoo, tracing it slowly.
“This is lovely,” I said. “Amazing work.”
I’d been with women who had tattoos before, and one thing they all had in common was that they loved to talk about them. It made a certain kind of sense – if you were the type of person to have art permanently inked onto your body, you’d likely be the type to want to tell people about it.
But Lola’s body tensed under my touch. Without a word, she rolled over and put her feet on the floor. Once she was up, she hurried to the closet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfect rear end as she walked. She pulled open the closet and quickly took out a robe, slipping her arms into it and cinching the sash around her waist. Lola took a deep breath, then turned to face me.
I had my hands folded behind my head, a smirk on my face. “You know, it’s a damn shame to cover a body like that up.”
Lola wore a serious expression, but a small smile flashed on her features. “Thanks. But all the same, time for you to get going.”
I was confused as all hell, my brows furrowing. How had we gone from the best sex of my life to her giving me the boot? “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”
She shook her head. “No, you didn’t.”
The brief pause between the two last words in that sentence let me know without a doubt that she wasn’t being entirely truthful with me. But if there was a man who knew the importance of letting people keep their affairs to themselves, it was me. I didn’t press the matter, even though it was a bit irksome.
Without another word, Lola strode from the bedroom and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
What the hell? Things seemed amazing until that exact moment. Did I make some kind of faux pas? Or did she just now realize she was done with me, that she’d gotten her itch scratched, and now it was time for me to leave?
I shook my head before putting my feet on the floor. Lola had already ducked out of the room to collect the clothes that hadn’t made it over the threshold, returning as I was stepping into my underwear and tucking my cock into them.
“Here’s the rest of your stuff.” She dropped the clothes unceremoniously in a heap at the foot of the bed.
“Thanks.”
She went to the bathroom again, though I suspected this was more to be out of the same room as me than anything else. It gave me a chance to get dressed and ready to go.
The whole situation was a bit annoying, but I tried not to be bothered. Our little tryst was a one-night thing, after all. Going into hook-ups with expectations was the fastest way to get hurt feelings. And I, of all people, should know – I’d been on the giving end of more than my fair share of such feelings.
She stepped out of the bathroom and looked me up and down. “I’ll see you out.”
Without waiting for my response, she zipped past me toward the front door. Once there, she stood silently by it like a guard at her post, her eyes fixed ahead. Something was on her mind. But as much as I wanted to know what was going through that head of hers, I wasn’t about to push my luck.
“I had lovely night, Lola.” I walked to the door with long, easy strides as I spoke.
“Yeah. It was nice.”
I stepped up to her, making sure to position myself just close enough to