She didn’t want to hurt him.
Wait. Where had that thought come from? That she didn’t want to hurt him? He was half a foot taller than her, fifty pounds heavier, stronger, a man who rebuilt houses for his work. How could she hurt him? And yet the thought persisted.
“Nothing. I just like the beard.”
“I want to be inside you now.”
“You can be inside me now.”
Chris cupped her between her legs and pushed two and then three fingers inside her. Joey gripped his shoulder as he moved his hand with a deep spiraling motion in and out of her, opening her back up for him. She wanted to be open for him. She spread her legs wider.
“You feel so good inside,” he said. “You’re so wet.”
“You made me this wet. We haven’t even fucked yet and there’s a wet spot underneath me.”
“You’re so sexy when you come. Your whole body was into it. I’ve never seen a girl move like that. I’m hard again just thinking about it. I want you to move like that on my cock.”
“Then put your cock in me and I will.”
“Stay here. I need to get the condom.”
“Where’d you leave your wallet?”
“It’s not in my wallet.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Where is it, then?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
“In my toolbox.”
A man who stored his condoms in his toolbox. That was cute. Very cute. She could get used to being with a guy like this.
Except she couldn’t get used to it.
Because she was leaving right after the wedding.
Because she was on the rebound, and if she got used to this, she’d just get hurt again.
This time when he walked naked from the room, she didn’t let herself enjoy the view.
5
HOLY.
Fucking.
Shit.
What the hell was he doing?
This was not the plan. Why wasn’t it the plan? This was a much better plan than the original plan.
Chris leaned back against the door in the master bedroom—the only part of the room without fresh paint on it—and closed his eyes. He breathed, breathed again.
The plan was to be here when Joey arrived so he could talk to Joey.
He wasn’t talking to Joey. He was having sex with Joey.
Joey.