Bringing Indy’s panties to my nose, I inhale her scent and use my free hand to undo my belt. Metal clanks as I work to unclasp it, then yank on the button. By the time I push my clothing down far enough for my dick to spring free, I’m harder than I’ve ever been and leaking precum.
The lace from Indy’s panties is rough against my shaft as I wrap the fabric around it, using it to stroke from root to tip just like I have a thousand times before.
Only this time—fuck,this time—incredible.
Watching Indy chase an orgasm I can tell is getting closer, while feeling her wetness on the fabric—it’s unreal.
“Fuck, Indy.” My head falls forward as I groan, forcing myself to be quieter than I would be if we were alone.
“You could have,” she reminds me breathlessly, letting her knees fall open.
My gaze snaps to her glistening pussy, full with two of her fingers. In and out, she pumps them, giving me the perfect view now that her legs are spread.
“You still can,” she adds. “Gareth,please.” Removing her soaked fingers, she trails them up the inside of my thigh before ghosting them against my balls.
I suck in a sharp breath, hips thrusting forward harder into my hand on instinct, and then I see fucking stars.
Pops of white and indigo burst through my vision as I come harder than I have before, and I force myself to not completely lose myself in the pleasure.
My heart hammers in my chest, feeling like I’ve run a marathon, and I buckle over, my palm hitting the bed. I steady myself with my head hung low on my shoulders, still keeping Indy’s panties wrapped around my half-hard dick.
Through the hair that’s fallen into my face, I look at Indy. My soul leaves my body as I’m met with an icy glare.
In seconds, she’s off the bed and heading toward the Jack-and-Jill bathroom she shares with Dylan.
“Indy, wait—” I plead, head still hung low because I suddenly feel like shit, but I don’t even know what for. More time with her? The chance to do this right?Forgiveness?
With her hand on the door, she looks back at me with tears lining her lashes. “By the time I’ve finished in here, please be gone.”
For the first time in the four years I’ve known her, I hurt her.
Something I hoped to never do.
The door closes softly behind her and seconds later I hear her shower turn on. Shaking the hair from my eyes, I stand, glancing back at my cum pooling in the black lace—her panties stained with my shame.
I screwed up.
I never pictured a moment likethisbeing our first sexual experience together.
Anger boils through me as the realization of what just happened comes stampeding through my mind.
Indy Archer and I just crossed a line we needed to tread carefully over, except we completely destroyed it.
And now there’s no going back.
CHAPTER ONE
“You look sad, Punk Princess! What’s eatin’ you? Or who isn’t, might be the better question.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn to glare at my annoyingly gorgeous boss Rosie. She just got back from running errands and of course had to walk in as I’m staring up at the TV, frowning.
She flashes me a smile, her shoulder bumping mine as she comes around the counter of her bar, Andromeda.
“I’m good,” I tell her, using my thumb to spin the anxiety ring on my index finger. I force a smile onto my face that mirrors hers.
Andromeda is my home away from home. With black-painted walls and a ceiling to match, subtle lights are strung everywhere to twinkle like the inky sky as the bar comes alive every night.
Like clockwork, I’m here by six to set things up, and I don’t leave most nights until last call. I have my regulars, my favorites, and, of course, know which clientele to avoid.
