I hadn’t wanted to admit it, but in all likelihood, I’d passed it sometime in the last week with Holland. Whether it was that first night I made her show me her pussy, the night I fucked her at the hotel or the night I watched her ride me in the back of my car like a porn star, I wasn’t sure.
For all I knew it was the kiss.
But whatever it was, it didn’t matter. I was inching toward the edge of crazy with my need to be near her, inside her right now, and the smart thing to do would be to quell that energy before it got any bigger.
The smart thing to do would be to remind myself that I could get satisfaction elsewhere. I could fuck Red and her friend like their eyes had been begging me to for the past forty-five minutes. I could easily take them to my room and do whatever I wanted to ease the fire in my bones, because the last thing I needed right now was this growing restlessness. A chance of revisiting even a shade of my past.
And the fact of the matter was that I wasn’t dating Holland.
We were just fucking.
We had no agreement to fuck only each other, and a part of me still hated the fact that she had any sort of effect on me, let alone this much of one. Because while I’d never felt this before, I knew she was the start of something dangerous.
The start of a weakness I didn’t need.
MILES: Hey ever heard of sharing you prick?
I smirked at the text Miles sent me despite being right across from me.
He was laughing as he sent it, shooting me a what the fuck look over the girls’ heads, because both were facing me now, openly ignoring every word he tried to get in. All I’d done was force myself to ask a half-assed question—something about the concert they were in town for—but apparently, that was all it took for them to get hopeful and turn up the sultry act about a thousand percent. They touched me and each other at any chance they could get, and at this point, everything in their body language was code for ménage. Down the bar from Miles, my other colleagues were watching, grinning at me, shaking their heads.
They wanted what I had.
A fantasy scenario in the form of two attractive women flirting with me while pressing their tits against each other, practically cuddling on the same bar stool as they talked about why they were in town, how they did “everything” together.
“And I mean everything, so if you take her to see the view in your room, you have to take me with you,” Red smiled, wetting her lips while playing with a wavy lock of her friend’s hair.
The view we’d verbally discussed was the harbor.
The one we were actually talking about was my dick, obviously.
It was pulsing in need of attention now. A warm pussy to sink into and relentlessly pound till I got my much-needed release. I had two ready and waiting in front of me at this very moment, and it said something about the state I’d let myself fall into when the responsible decision here was to fuck them.
The thrill of two wouldn’t be anywhere as good as who and what I actually wanted right now, but I told myself it would be worthwhile to hold myself over. To settle myself long enough to get me through my meetings tomorrow.
Still, I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t get myself anywhere fucking close enough to interested, so with a few words to the bartender, I got the check.
“Wait—what? So soon?” Red attempted a cutesy pout despite the clear panic in her eyes. “But… aren’t you going to show us your view?” she asked hastily, rubbing her palm against my thigh—a Hail Mary to bring back what little of my attention she’d had.
I ignored her, signing the check and sliding it across the bar before briskly removing her hand.
“No,” I said.
A bit cold, perhaps, but I’d spent enough time pretending to care and at this point, I was maxed out on my ability to feign even a little bit of interest. So once I tossed back the last of my drink, I gave a goodbye nod to Miles, who mouthed a thrilled thank you to me behind the girls’ heads. I managed a laugh for him before heading for
the doors.
And just as I got there, a new text buzzed into my phone.
From Holland.
I’d barely gotten past the H in her name before swiping my thumb over the screen to look at the latest picture she’d sent.
“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed aloud as my eyes immediately devoured her mirror selfie from the bathroom of the bar.
In it, she stuck her tongue out between grinning lips. Her sneakered foot was up on the sink, and she took the photo with one hand while yanking her neckline down with the other. Flashing me her bare pussy and just one of her tits.