Page 14 of Property of Journey


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Her knees start to buckle and I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her up.

“Yes!” she screams.

Goddamn it.

I reach up and cover her mouth with one hand because the last thing I need is the whole garage knowing my business.

I thrust harder and faster until finally her pussy flutters around me and she comes with a muffled cry against my palm.

Thank fuck.

I feel that familiar tingle climbing up from the base of my spine and I thrust harder, faster, chasing it until it crashes through me and I come with a grunt, my legs shaking and my breathing ragged.

Goddamn.

Breathing hard, I drop my head to her shoulder.

“Maybe next time we could actually do this in a bed.”

Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.

Pulling out, I yank off the condom and toss it in the trash.

I turn to the sink and turn on the faucet.

In the mirror, I watch her smooth her black skirt back down and run her fingers through her hair. She’s smiling at me like she thinks this somehow means more than it does.

Yep. Time to cut her loose.

I soap up my hands and wash them, watching her bite her lip.

“Thanks,” I say, reaching for a paper towel.

The smile dies.

“Thanks?” she repeats.

“Yeah.” I shrug, readjusting my hat on my head. “Thanks.”

The expression on her face shifts from wounded to pissed off in about half a second.

I pop a brow. Here we go.

She plants her hands on her hips and her eyes narrow to slits. “You’re a real fucking asshole, you know that?”

I turn around and match her pissed off stare. “I’m the asshole?” I toss the paper towel in the trash. “I didn’t make you any promises, babe. I’m not your man. Never said I was.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I haven’t lied to you once.”

Her eyes go glassy.

Well shit. I hate when bitches cry. It’s my fucking kryptonite, but I also can’t let this go on any longer.

Shaking her head, she unlocks the door and storms out.

“Fuck.” I drag a hand over my face and let out a slow breath. This is why I don’t do relationships. They’re fucking messy.

At least it’s done.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, seeing Stella’s name on the screen.