Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
You make me want to live a different life. The thought caused a bleat of alarm, and that moment in Maynard Siggins’s closet came back to me, but I pushed both the alarm and the memory away. “My desire to do incredibly dirty things to you, regardless of being in public.”
She laughed softly but looked unconvinced. “I don’t think so.” She squinted. “But I’ll accept that answer too.” She stepped away and pulled my hand and I followed her.
She led me out of the bar and then laughed again as she started running. The noise of the bar dwindled as I gave chase, catching her easily around the waist and spinning her around. I grinned, feeling young and free and just a little ridiculous. Living that life I wanted to live, but only in small doses and only while I still could. “Why do I love chasing you so damn much?” I asked as she tipped her head back and smiled up at the moon.
“Because I reward you when you catch me,” she said, pulling me again and leading me into a dark space between the buildings. She planted her back against the wall of one of the buildings and took my face in her hands and kissed me. Heat rushed through my limbs, making me instantly hard again. I pressed my body against hers, moaning into her mouth.
We kissed deeply, the tension between us rising and expanding and driving me half out of my mind. I wanted to fuck her right there against that wall, in a semi-public place where anyone might walk by and see us. This wasn’t me. I’d never in my life done something like this. I’d even partied responsibly, never having more than two drinks in public, never…never…never. So many nevers. Those layers of rules I’d mentioned to Rory. And this woman seemed like every possibility I might have wanted but denied myself because of how others expected me to behave. But I didn’t want to think about any of that. I just wanted. I let out a harsh breath, bracing my hand against the wall behind her as I attempted to catch my breath.
Rory’s hand went to the button of my pants, undoing it and dragging down my zipper. “You’re drunk,” I breathed, a groan emerging as she took my rock-hard cock in her hand and stroked it once, twice.
“I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy,” she said, stroking me again. “And I’m always tipsy with you, even if I haven’t had any alcohol.”
God, so was I. So was I. I leaned back in and kissed her, tugging her skirt up with both hands, some switch flipping inside me as that want turned into need, a need that felt so powerful, I shuddered.
I blearily managed to pull a condom from my wallet and slide it on right before I plunged into her. She cried out as I grunted in mutual pleasure. “Oh, Jesus,” I said before I began to move, pumping into her so that her back pounded against the wall. I put my hand behind her to provide a buffer but didn’t slow in my movements. Rory gripped me, panting as she raised her leg and wrapped it around my waist. “You’re going to make me come, Cakes, right here in a public alley. Jesus Christ, the things you do to me.”
“Yes,” she said, “Oh, Gage. Right there. Please.”
Her small grunts and pleas served to bring me to the very edge and I removed my hand from behind her to bring it between us and play with her clit. She gripped my shoulders and tipped her head back and rode my hand and moments later, I felt her squeeze around me and I let go too, flying into the stars that blinked overhead and then being flung between them like a pinball.
I came back to myself slowly, feeling battered and bruised the way a pinball might, but also changed in some vital way I couldn’t even begin to work out in my bliss-addled brain.
Rory lowered her leg and I slid out of her. We both pulled ourselves together as best we could. Rory giggled and I looked at her in the dim light of the alley as she clamped her hand over her mouth.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I just…wow.” I concurred. I laughed as I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her to me. We exited onto the street, and began walking to the parking garage at the center of it that featured most of the bars and restaurants, and she reached up and linked her hand with mine in front of her shoulder.
“I gotta say, Ivy League. You don’t seem like the type to have alleyway sex and yet here we are.”
I laughed and then leaned down and kissed her as we walked. “You bring out hidden depths I never knew were there,” I said.