When his eyes find mine, I know he wants this just as much as I do. I sink down, as best as I can, slow and steady, wiggling side to side, opening myself up for him, and relishing in the feeling of him stretching me wide.
“I miss you,” he whispers, reaching up to trace my dimples. “Especially these.”
“Don’t leave me again.”
He grips my waist and begins guiding me on top of him, taking charge, just the way I love it, where it gives my clit teasing friction that sends me over the edge.
“Never again,” he promises, and when he kisses me, he pauses, smiling against me, and mutters, “Cherries.”
Oh god, I have no self-control.
I think back to the bar, wondering how I ended up here.
“Please talk to me. Five minutes.”
Five minutes. Yeah right. I can’t let my mind wander for long.
I need to leave here immediately before I do something else stupid.
“Whoa, chick, you look rough.” Addie chuckles as I approach the table, cutting through my internal spiral, as I slump into my chair.
My eyes glance around the restaurant where we said we’d meet for brunch. “Where’s Camila?”
“Not here yet.”
“I messed up badly.”
“You fucked Nate?”
My eyes widen. “How did you know?”
She casually sips her iced coffee then tuts, “Because it’s Nate and you were both shitfaced. No self-control.”
I groan as I throw my head back. “Well, I barely remember it. Then I woke up in a panic, freaked out, then got angry all over again. I left him a note saying, and I quote, ‘Never contact me again. Now you know what it’s like to be left behind like trash.’”
Her jaw gapes, looking at me in sheer surprise.
“Maddie Grace,” she chastises.
“What? He broke my heart.”
She frowns, not taking her eyes off me, something shifting in her expression. “I didn’t take you to be someone who does tit for tat. Especially not after he just found out his sister has cancer. He probably needed you last night.”
I go still, her words hitting me like a punch to the chest.
Cancer.
“I-I…oh no, Ads. I didn’t even think. My god, what kind of person am I?”
There’s no time to wait for her to answer. I push up from the table, my chair scraping against the tile. “I need to find Nate.”
Of course, Nate’s staying at a hotel where you need cardkey access for the elevator, so I make my way to the front desk with my tail between my legs.
“Hi. I’m trying to get in touch with Nathaniel Davenport. He’s staying in a suite on the tenth floor.”
“I’m sorry we can’t give out any information about our guests.”
I force a smile. “I was literally here two hours ago. You can check the security footage. I don’t need his room number, only for you to call and tell him I’m here. Please. It’s an emergency.”
