I grin. As if I could forget. Her words will live in my memory for the rest of my life.
Hearing her ask for it unleashes something in me, and I slam my hard cock into her again. Her cries of pleasure assure me that it’s truly what she desires. I give her all I have, letting her responses guide me. I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to her sounds and the feel of her pussy gripping my cock.
It doesn’t take long, and she’s coming again, her body writhing in pleasure underneath me. That sets off my orgasm, and I swear it’s the most intense I’ve ever come. When it’s over, I collapse to her side and pull her onto my chest. We both work to catch our breath. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but this was mind-blowing and exhausting.
When she moves to lift off me, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her back to my body. She doesn’t resist at all and rests her head on my chest, with her hand next to it and a legthrown over mine. I keep one arm around her waist, and I trail my free hand from the crown of her head to where her hair ends on her back. I repeat the movement over and over again. I’m barely touching her, yet her body relaxes, almost melting into mine, with each stroke. So, I keep doing it.
I don’t know if there are rules for theafterpart of a one-night stand, and maybe this breaks them, but I don’t give a damn.
Chapter Six
Harrison
It’s my first one-night stand, and I most definitely failed it. Not physically, I’m confident I killed that part. But it’s the ‘one-night’ part I’m having an issue with.
I was pretty sure when I caught her tipping her glass upside down to get the last drop of whiskey that I couldn’t let Betty go without exchanging real names and numbers.
She may not live locally, but that doesn’t change the spark I feel with her. Hell, she made me feel light and carefree for a while—like I used to be. The only other person who comes close to bringing out the man I was before I broke years ago is my niece, Layla. Yet somehow, in just a couple of hours, Betty has unearthed him as well.
Yeah, I definitely don’t want to let her go without knowing how to reach her so I can see her again. I’ll fly across the country if I have to. The sex was phenomenal, but the peace and the laughter she brought about tonight are priceless.
Just when I’m about to tell her these things, the cutest, most petite snore I’ve ever heard purrs out of her. Something insideme is proud that she’s comfortable enough to give in to her fatigue and rest in my arms.
I lie holding her sleeping form for the next few hours. I doze here and there, but mostly I’m content to rest with my eyes closed while listening to the serene melody of the sounds she makes while asleep.
Eventually, around four thirty a.m., I slide from under her, careful not to wake her. I decide now’s as good a time as any to shower, so I make my way into the bathroom. As I wash, I realize my mood is better than usual, and I feel hopeful. I let my mind drift, thinking of how to broach the conversation with Betty about sharing our real details.
After showering, I dry my hair and body, then wrap a towel around my waist. I don’t see Betty when I step into the bedroom, and my heart pounds. Her clothes are missing from the floor. Anxiety wells up in my chest, and I walk to the main part of the suite. That’s where I find her, fully dressed, purse over her shoulders, and her hand on the door handle.
“Betty?”
She freezes but continues facing the door.
“Do you have to leave already? I was hoping we could talk.” My heart pounds in my chest.
“I, um, need to get going. I have a thing this morning.” She still won’t turn to me. There’s a trill in her voice that warns me something is wrong. I take a few steps closer.
“Please look at me, Betty.”
She doesn’t right away. But when she does, it breaks me to see her stunning face and eyes reddened and tears rolling down her cheeks.
My stomach drops.
“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” I take a step closer, but she puts up a hand to stop me before I can get to her.
“No. I’m fine.” The tears flow more rapidly now. “I just need to go. I-I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Can we talk about what’s upsetting you? Fuck, I’m so sorry if you didn’t want this.” I grab a fistful of my hair, angry that I did this to her. “I should have?—”
“No. It’s not you or this. Please let me go without a big fuss, Al. I’ve already called for a ride.”
“Let me get dressed, and I’ll wait with you.” I’m desperate at this point.
“I said no. I told you, this was a mistake.” Her harsh tone catches me off guard.
A mistake. Ouch. That’s a word that’s unambiguous.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I’m wracking my brain to figure out how this went sideways so quickly.
