Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“I need to fuck you again. You have to stop.”
He moves so his cock slides from my lips and then he flips me over until I’m on all fours in front of him. He undresses me quickly, and then lowers my panties until my ass is exposed to him. Running his rough hands over my flesh, he lays down a slap that has me crying out. He slides one finger inside me while caressing my ass cheek with his other hand. God, this is something.
“You ever been fucked in ass?”
I pause, my breath catching in my throat. “No,” I whisper.
“I’ll fuck you there, but not tonight.”
I shiver.
He lines his cock up at my entrance and slowly sinks into me. It burns from our sex less than half an hour ago, but the sensation only spurs me on. I cry out, curling my fingers into the sheets as he fucks me, deep and slow, dragging his body in and out of mine. It’s only then that I notice them, the panties tucked up under the pillow, the panties that don’t belong to me.
It hits me like a tidal wave.
The reality of the situation.
The fact that he has been fucking another woman, right here. She probably had her face in this pillow, just like me, as he drove his cock into her from behind.
All my pleasure is sucked from my body as I lurch forward, feeling him slip from me. He lets out a confused growl, but when he sees the panties I scoop up into my hand, the room falls silent. I scramble up, tossing them aside. Pain, pain unlike anything I’ve felt, crushes into my chest. I know it’s pathetic, I know that, but I can’t stop the angry tears from bursting forth.
“I didn’t leave those there,” Jagger says carefully, kneeling on the bed, cock still hard, staring at me with those hard, beautiful eyes. “She did that on purpose.”
“You fucked her,” I choke out. “She laid right here, and you fucked her. You fucked her the same way you were just fucking me.”
“Willow,” he growls, reaching for me and gripping my chin. “I never fucked her the way I fuck you. We had sex once, and it was terrible. It was terrible because all I could think about was you. Does that make it better? No, but fuck, believe me when I tell you the little fairytale you think we had here, you were wrong. We’re not doing this now. Do you hear me? If you can’t get over this, we can’t do this.”
I stare at him, then swipe my tears away angrily with the back of my hand. “Pain doesn’t just disappear, Jagger.”
“I know.”
“It hurt, even if it wasn’t your fault, it still hurt.”
“It’ll get better, I swear it will, but you have to give this time. Do you hear me?”
He leans down, cupping the back of my neck with his hand and bringing his lips down over mine, kissing me until the pain subsides a little. When he pulls back, he looks tired and worn down—the anger has vanished but he looks drawn out. “Sleep,” he orders. “I have to speak to my guys, and I need some air. Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”
He steps up and out of the bed, pulling his jeans on. He’s leaving me.
“Jagger ...”
“I need a minute. Can you give me that?”
I nod, swallowing.
“Do not leave. Stay. I will be back soon. I gotta talk to them, got shit to sort out before I can sleep tonight.”
“Are you talking to them about Sharleen?” I ask, curious.
“Talkin’ to them about the man following you and praying it has nothin’ to do with her.”
“Do you think she’s going to be a problem for me?” I question, not considering that maybe she had that man follow me.
“Somethin’ has been off ever since she came back, and when she left, the things she said solidified that for me. I want to keep an eye on her.”
“I guess it was weird how she knew exactly where you were when she got back. How did she even know about my house?” I mutter, bringing the blanket up to my chest.
He jerks his head back, as though he hasn’t thought about that fact.
“That never crossed my mind.”
It crossed mine, plenty.
“She knew exactly where you were, and she knew you were at my house. That didn’t stand out as weird to you?”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’ll be back soon, yeah?”
He leans down and presses a kiss to my head. Then he’s gone.
I get out of bed and wash up in his bathroom, peering around the room as I find an old t-shirt of his to wear to sleep. If I were to guess, I’d say Sharleen didn’t sleep in here with him. She put those panties there, he’s right about that. I climb into the bed, head beginning a dull ache that I know I’ll feel tomorrow. Today has been a lot.