He slides a hand over my mouth, with the other, he quietly leans over and locks the door to the bathroom.
I elbow him as he stops, seated inside of me.
“Who is that?” he whispers.
“Willow?” Connor calls out.
“Connor,” I whisper. “I’ll be right out! I spilled, uh, coffee on my shirt.”
“Okay! I’ll wait.”
“Shit,” I whisper.
Haze doesn’t move one inch, in fact, he presses me farther against the wall. “Nope. He gets to wait while I finish fuckin’ you.”
“Austin!”
He places his hand over my mouth at the same time he pulls out and slams back in. With his mouth in my ear, he whispers. “You seein’ him?”
I shake my head.
“Then why is he here?” He removes his hand, placing it around the back of my neck, effectively holding me in place. Slowly rolling those hips, I try to hang onto my sanity. Every single glorious inch — and his piercing — sends me to a new height every time he slides in and out.
“I don’t know, I ended things.”
“I can’t wait to see his face when I emerge.”
“No!” I whisper. “Austin…” But I’m lost as he speeds his movements and my orgasm hits me from all angles. A gasp leaves my mouth and I know it was loud.
“What was that?” Connor calls.
“Uh.” I close my eyes. “I’m just hunting for a clean shirt.” I wish he’d fuck off.
A few moments later, Haze follows behind me, emptying his load inside me with a grunt. “You’re gonna stay like this while you get rid of him,” he tells me, in no hurry to pull out. “Drippin’ with my cum inside you. Tell him to fuck off.”
“I will. He won’t go away unless I make it clear. I was obviously too nice.”
“I’ll tell him.” He pulls out and I wince.
Turning, I grab his arm. “No, Aust, don’t. I’ll get rid of him. Stay here for god’s sake, I’m begging you.”
I pull up my panties and my pants, there isn’t enough time to fucking wipe myself. I see Haze’s lips twitch as I pull my bra back into place, then hunt around for a clean shirt in the drawer.
Thank god I have one because I can’t explain what I was doing in there just now. I let Connor down last night. I just don’t see it going anywhere.
“Make it snappy,” he tells me, pulling his jeans up as he tucks himself back in.
I dress quickly, patting my cheeks, then adjust my sideways ponytail, and smooth my hands over my shirt. I turn to Haze. “Don’t make things difficult, I mean it.”
“Scout’s honor.” He makes a little sign with his fingers.
I roll my eyes, sliding out of the bathroom, back into my office. “Connor,” I say, knowing I’m still breathless. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk,” he says. “I know you wanted to have a break, and I get that?—”
“No, not a break,” I say. “Like I said yesterday, we’re just not going to work. We’re too different. I like you, but with this new job and everything, I barely have time to blink.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re overworked. Let me take you out for dinner and change your mind.”
