I got hard just thinking of her face.
I’d been looking for Saint in other women, and for two years, I’d never found anything that came close. Sex was meaningless and empty, but necessary for me to get through the night without waking up in a cold sweat. But even then, I needed it to be extreme to get hard because if I couldn’t have intimacy, I could only deal with kink.
My dick hardened to steel, and my hand slipped down to grip the base with my fingers.
It didn’t take long for my thoughts to regress to the night I spent with Saint two years before. Memoriesplayed like a movie in my head, and I let out a low groan while fisting my cock.
Saint’s little mewls and sexy noises floated through my mind, along with her musical voice begging me to slide deeper and telling me how good I felt when I moved inside her.
My grip tightened, and I twisted my hand a little as I beat my fist up and down, my thigh muscles rippling with the force of my body’s reaction to my dirty thoughts.
I’d never let myself remember before because it hurt too much. But now the floodgates were open, I let it all come back to me. The taste of Saint’s skin, her quivering pussy, how good the tight slickness of her cunt felt when it gripped my cock, and how I saw stars when she milked the cum from me.
My free hand pressed against the glass shower cubicle, and I bowed my head, gritting my teeth as I felt my balls draw up and my dick swell. “Fuck!” I groaned as my hips bucked into my hand while cum erupted from my cock like a hot geyser.
Everything pulsed—my dick, balls, even my thighs from the force of my orgasm.
Ropes of cum coated my fingers along with the glass walls of the shower cubicle, and I gripped the base harder, squeezing and tugging while I milked out every drop.
With a low moan, I tipped my head back and let the spray of the water clean my body. Finally, I released my dick, grabbed my shower gel, and wiped the remnants of my mess away, making sure it all disappeared down the drain.
I hadn’t come that hard or fast for a long-damned time, but at least I knew I’d be able to get through the night without dragging Saint somewhere dark and quiet so I could lift her skirt, bend her against a wall, and show her all the good she’d walked away from.
We needed an honest conversation and a come-to-Jesus moment.
We also needed a day in bed so we could reconnect.
But before that happened, we needed to sit down and hash out what her fucking problem was and why she ghosted my ass when it was obvious we felt something deep for each other.
And whether she liked it or not, it was gonna happen tonight.
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Staring in the mirror,I gave myself a final once-over before grabbing my watch and fastening it to my wrist. My suit was sharp, but then that was how Tom Ford made them, and one thing Hendrix didn’t want us to cut back on was looking well-turned-out and professional.
For years, I’d lived in uniforms, first in the US Air Force, then in my motorcycle club, but unlike most other bikers, I liked putting a suit on occasionally. Maybe it was why I enjoyed working in close personal protection. I liked the social aspect of it.
Tonight’s uniform was a black shirt—no tie—and a black suit. Our clothing changed depending on the time of day, what we were doing, and the event we were attending. Like today, we were hanging out in the recording studio, so it was more casual attire in black pants and tees. Now, it was a party for a rock band, so ties and waistcoats would’ve been over the top. However, we still had to look the part and represent SDSS professionally.
Slipping my cell into my inside pocket and my Ruger LC9 into my body holster, I turned for the door. Saint had spoiled me with the accommodation. My room was huge with a super-king bed and a sixty-inch flat-screen TV with surround sound. I also had my ownprivate, luxurious en suite bathroom, which was just as well considering the dirty little mess I’d made of it earlier.
I entered the hallway and casually jogged down the stairs into the reception area of Saint’s house. The place was large, light, and airy, with big rooms, huge, low-slung, soft couches, white walls, and high ceilings. The kitchen and family rooms that led onto the beach at the back had wall-to-wall windows made the most of the ocean views, but also presented a security nightmare.
After we talked about ‘us’, Saint and I needed to discuss moving her out of the house for a while. She told me earlier that rehearsals were almost done, and they had the new songs down, so the band wanted to take a week off before they went to New York to record the album.
I wanted to whisk her away somewhere, a road trip maybe. We’d lost a lot of time and needed to make the effort to get to know each other without any distractions. Saint’s life was so goddamned complicated, and just for a few days, I wanted to show her that it didn’t have to be, and after our conversation in her kitchen the day before about the pressures of her job, I just wanted her to take time to relax, recharge her batteries.
And eat.
There was a car service picking us up to take us to the venue that Talia had arranged, so when the doorbell rang, I stalked straight toward it.
“Car’s here,” I yelled up the stairs as I moved across the entrance hall.
“Be right down,” she yelled back.
Undoing the bolts, I swung the door open to reveal who I thought was the driver.
Instead, I froze, my eyes fixating on a familiar, bearded face, dazzling white teeth flashing as he grinned from ear to ear. Except the feeling offamiliarity wasn’t from somebody I’d met before or even knew. It was from a guy I’d watched fly spaceships, shoot at aliens, battle the forces of evil, and save the Earth from destruction more than a few times.
