My dick jerked, and I gritted my teeth. My head swam. “I’d work my way down your body… Lick your navel and then suck that sweet little clit between my lips—”
“Oh, oh, oh!”
I pumped harder and faster, erupting to Keelie’s cries of pleasure. I pulled my hand from my pants. Slowly, my breathing returned to normal.
“That was…so hot.” She sounded dazed.
“It was. I loved doing that with you.”
“I want to be with you, Cormac,” she said, her voice still sultry from her cries, but so sweet.
“I want that, too.” I rose from the bed, wincing at the wetness on my belly and my hand.
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me neither. Now, I need to shower and change before Stol gets back.”
“Oh, right. Of course. I’ll see you soon.”
“You can count on that,” I said.
Chapter21
Keelie
My phone rang the next afternoon as I exited the school building, rushing to get home before Cormac arrived at my place. I juggled my purse, keys, and tote to grab my phone. Glancing at the screen, I smiled as I answered. “Hey, Mare! What’s up?”
“I just wanted to tell you I’m moving.”
My stomach rolled. “Um… Okay. Is that why you didn’t show up on Tuesday?”
“No, that’s not why.” Her voice iced.
I frowned. “So, do you need help packing? I could—”
“It’s done, Keelie. I’m on the way to the airport.”
I frowned, blinked, tried to right my world. “I don’t understand.”
She snorted. “You never did.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m pissed you took the hockey player from me.”
“Took…?Cormac?”
“He was supposed to like me,” she snapped. “But you had to do that cute I’m-such-a-sweetheart-so-giving and-thoughtful act he seems to lap up.”
With trembling hands, I opened the car door and settled on the edge of my cloth seat—just in time because my knees gave out. “Y-you’re telling me that after years of friendship, you’re leaving because you’rejealous?”
“No. I’m leaving because I’m sick of your goody-two-shoes bullshit. Bye. Lose my number.”
She clicked off. My vision tunneled, blackening at the edges. “Wh-what just happened?” I whispered. My mind raced back over the brief conversation, over the anger and vindictiveness in Marian’s tone. I shook my head, not willing to believe she’d treat me like that. We’d known each other since I helped her find her lecture hall that first week on the University of Houston’s campus.
Marian didn’t make friends easily. She was prickly—difficult—but she’d always been loyal to me. We’d gotten along, mainly because I didn’t mind her directing our activities. Not that I couldn’t do so, but it was easier to follow her lead. Since my first date with Cormac, though, she’d been even more short-tempered. And now this was it?We were finished? Maybe I hadn’t known Marian as well as I’d thought.
Clenching my jaw, I dragged myself into my car and started the engine. My hands continued to shake, but I drove to Marian’s condo building.
