And Wesdefinitelynever did this.
But the thought comes and goes, just as the final wave of arousal blasts over me, and I come hard, and then Beck drags it out, his tongue flicking against my clit.
“Holy fucking shit,” I cry out, my fingers fisting a handful of his hair. I can barely breathe as the orgasm rages through me, and Beck groans against me, lapping it up.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing my pussy as he pulls away from between my legs. I force my hands to let him free and watch with a heaving chest as he slides his boxers off.
His engorged cock is oozing precum into the condom he stretches over it, and he strokes it a few times as he lines up to my entrance. He shifts his gaze to meet mine as he presses into me.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he rasps, as I nearly close them at the sensation. “I wanna fuck you with those baby blues where they belong.”
His words leave me in some sort of weird trance, as his hips start pumping against mine, filling me over and over. My head still buzzes from the alcohol, and I let myself get lost in the haze of this god of a man fucking Wes right out of my system.
Beck has an iron grip on my hips as he thrusts, and he holds me down while he rails me over and over—until he finally explodes inside of me. He leans over me then, kissing my lips with a gentleness he absolutely didnotfuck me with.
“How was your orgasm on a scale of one to ten?”
My eyes go wide, and I nearly laugh. “Oh my god, are you taking a survey or something?”
He pulls out and drops down beside me. “I like to make sure I leave my customers completely satisfied.”
I can’t help but giggle at the goofy grin on his face, his hair disheveled from my hands running through it. “I was satisfied. Thank you, sir.”
“Good.” He then slings an arm heavy over my stomach and grabs the remote, turning on the TV. He flips through the channels until he stumbles across a romcom that I don’t recognize.
And don’t watch tonight either, thanks to my heavy eyelids.
When they flutter back open, Beck’s breaths have turned to a light snore and the city outside is still lit up like a pinball machine. A burst of panic surges through my chest, as I mentally recall what I’ve done.
I need to get out of here.
I slip out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and start collecting my dress and shoes. For a second, I consider leaving a note but then shake my head. That isnotwhat you do after a random hookup, I’m pretty sure.
I flip through my phone, which is a total mess of notifications from Riley and Wes. I cringe at them and schedule an Uber home.
As I shove my phone back in my purse, I pause at the door, looking back at the bed. Beck is sprawled out, one arm where I used to be, mouth open a little.
He looks content. And so freaking hot I want to crawl back in bed with him.
I consider taking a picture just to prove I actually hooked up withthat.But then opt out of being a total creep.
So, I slip into the hallway, shoes in hand, and tiptoe down the hallway like a thief. By the time I hit the lobby, the sun is just starting to come up. I walk out onto the sidewalk, spotting my Uber already waiting for me.
Twenty-four hours ago, Ineverwould’ve imagined my day starting this way. But as I climb into the Uber, all I can think about is Beck’s face between my thighs.
What a fucking plot twist.
Chapter 4
Maddy
Closure. This isjustfor closure.
I bite down on my lip as I push through the door of the café—one of Wes’ and my favorite breakfast spots. It’s only been three hours since I did the walk of shame, and that thought still lingers, even if I showered and am now in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.
I search the customer’s faces until I find the one that makes my stomach surge with nausea. Wes sits by the window, tapping on his phone. When he sees me, he waves like I’m a neighbor he’s only met once.
Ugh. This is fucking torture.
