Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
They were…fuck, they were so incredibly great together. An unfamiliar wildfire of jealousy burned through me. As I stood on the riser, watching them, I realized I wanted that, wanted what they had…and I wanted it with Clark. All my life I’d prided myself on being strong, on being independent, on being who I was and going for what I wanted, but I didn’t, not in a real way, not in a way that could hurt me. Clark thought he played it safe, but no, that was me, and I didn’t think I had it in me to change.
When I was finished dancing, I went to the bar for a quick drink. Dane handed over a glass of water without me having to ask for it. “Thanks, Dane.”
“No problem.” He smiled. “How’s Clark doing?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?” I snapped, immediately regretting it. But, man, what was up with everyone asking me about Clark tonight? “Sorry. I’m a bit on edge.”
“You think?” Jesse raised a brow.
“Sorry,” I said again, knowing he was definitely not happy with me for biting his boyfriend’s head off. “Clark is good. Clark will always be good.” Because Clark was smart and responsible and made good decisions.
I downed my water and went to the back to freshen up before I had to dance again. I chatted with the guys, trying to avoid Jesse, who I knew would want to talk.
My next dance wasn’t with him and it was on the pole, which was one of my favorites. I was fucking great on a pole, and you could tell the crowd loved it by how much they cheered and how much money guys tossed at me.
When it was over and I was making my way to the back, Rich approached me. He was someone I’d fucked around with a few times in the past, and an expert at giving head, which I obviously liked receiving.
“Do you have plans tonight?” Rich asked.
“Nah. But…I can’t. I’m kind of seeing someone.”
“Only kind of?”
“No, I am.” Because I technically was. Clark and I were messing around exclusively, and the truth was, I really didn’t want anyone other than him.
“No problem, sugar. Have fun,” he replied and left.
I finished my shift, cleaned up, changed, and didn’t even think about what I was doing until I was pulling into Clark’s complex, but I didn’t turn around, didn’t drive out and go home. I parked and told myself it was fine. He’d said I could come over anytime I wanted, and tonight I just…missed him.
“Hey.” I smiled at the doorman, who returned my hello. Eddie wasn’t there, and I didn’t remember this guy’s name. He wasn’t as friendly as Eddie.
When I got into the elevator, I noticed my hands were shaking. “Chill the fuck out,” I told myself softly.
I got off on Clark’s floor, went to his apartment, and used my key to unlock it.
The light was on. My light. The one he always left on for me when I lived there, and my stupid chest began to swell.
Quietly, I sneaked into his room, took my clothes off, and went to the bed. His glasses were lined up on the nightstand, and he was asleep, his arm stretched over my side of the bed like I was there beneath it. The thought made me grin.
Trying not to wake him, I slipped into bed beside him. Clark immediately reached his arm farther out and wrapped it around my waist.
“You’re here,” he mumbled, half asleep.
“I missed you,” I admitted.
A smile tugged at his lips. “I missed you too.”
With that, Clark opened his eyes, pulled me close, and kissed me.
34
Clark
Why did it feel like a dream that Skylar was here, and in my bed again?
Fuck, did I miss him, and he said he missed me too, which made all the butterflies in my stomach flutter around in a frenzy of activity, leaving me breathless.
I started with a tentative kiss, as if testing to make sure he was really here, and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me, his kisses hard and bruising, making my cock instantly fill with blood. His shaft was just as stiff, his skin so warm and smooth, and as my fingers tangled in his hair and his mouth moved over mine, I couldn’t help sighing.
Skylar was here, and everything felt so perfect. Jesus, I was in trouble where he was concerned. As was my heart. And apparently my dick too, because it was already leaking across my stomach.
When he dragged his lips away to give us both some needed air and flopped back on the pillow—his pillow, as it’d become affectionately known to me—I felt shy all over again. I licked my lips to chase his flavor as I turned on my side and tucked my hands under my chin to take him in.