in the need to feel her come apart against his mouth.
Her release came on a keening cry. He’d hear about that in the morning from the other guys, but at the moment he didn’t give a good goddamn. Not when her body was clamping hard around his fingers and the gush of her orgasm was filling his mouth.
He worked her through the release, pulling out every last moment of pleasure he could give her. Until she went lax, her body melting into a puddle.
He stroked a hand down her torso, enjoying the way she pushed up into his caress, even with her eyes screwed shut.
“Holy crap,” she whispered, her voice scratchy from screaming.
“I’m not nearly done with you, angel,” he promised, pushing her tangled hair from her face.
Grabbing his wallet off the top of the table beside them, he fished out the condom he kept in there. Shedding his sweats, he started to roll the condom over his throbbing erection, but she pulled his hands away.
“Let me.”
Taking the ring of latex from him, Lola placed it over his head and with slow, torturous movements pushed it down to cover his length. She stayed there once he was covered, stroking up and down in a way that had breath hissing through his clenched teeth.
“I am not going off in your hand, Lola. That’s not enough for me. I want all of you.”
Her eyes flashed. “You always have. Greedy man.”
Oh, she had no idea.
Hooking his arms beneath her knees, Erik moved between her thighs, positioned himself at her opening, and pressed forward.
He pulsed, pushing in a little at a time, both because he didn’t want to hurt her and because it felt so damn good. He wanted to savor this moment, draw it out as long as he could.
But Lola wasn’t content with that. Her body was already flushing with renewed arousal. Hips matching his. Fingers digging into his ass. She pulled him down to her at the same time she arched up, finally taking all of him.
God, they fit together so well. Always had. He’d never found this with anyone else, and God knew for the first few years he’d tried. But attempting to erase the need for her with other women had been stupid and disappointing.
Because no one could ever measure up.
That was his last coherent thought, because instinct and the red haze of lust took over. He found a rhythm, a familiar one they’d indulged in many times before.
Their mouths and hands raced across sweat-slicked skin. The orgasm built steadily, the pressure of release beckoning him just to let go. But after years of waking up from a sound sleep with memories of Lola leaving him sweaty and hard, he wasn’t ready for this to end.
This time, Erik smothered her cry with his mouth, taking even that for himself. The tight grip of her sex sent him careening over the edge. His own orgasm broke across him, consuming everything but the pleasure they’d always found together.
In that vulnerable moment, Erik couldn’t stop himself from letting the dam of emotion break free. Everything he’d locked away six years ago rolled over him, a tsunami full of debris and danger.
Realizing too late what a bad idea this was, Erik collapsed onto the bed beside her.
Their labored breaths mingled, harsh in the quiet night. Now that the need had been met, everything else was taking over. The anger and guilt he’d harbored earlier rushed in to steal the pleasure.
Beside him, Lola stirred. Not to roll into him like a lover, but to slip from his bed and reach for her panties on the floor.
And the whole damn mess just got better when he pushed out of bed and reached for the condom to dispose of it. The thing had broken.
With a giant curse, Erik slammed his hand down on the bedside table.
Lola jumped. “What the hell?”
Spinning to look at her, he snatched the busted sleeve of latex from his body and held it up for her to see.
Her eyes went wide with panic.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No.” He watched her eyes flash with trepidation. “The timing’s close, but I think we should be okay. Are you clean?”
That pissed him off even more. Not because she’d asked—it was a valid question. But because there was a time it wouldn’t have been a question at all. It reminded him that she had history he knew nothing about, too. “Why do you think the condom broke? I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year. I can’t remember how long the thing’s been in there.”
“And you’re just now thinking about this?” Her tone of incredulity scraped down his spine.
“I was a little preoccupied with other things at the time, Lola. I didn’t expect to wake up with a naked, willing woman in my bed tonight.”
Which reminded him, now that they weren’t distracted by hormones and history, to ask what had sent her to his bed.
“What changed, Lola? Why did you come to me tonight?”
A grimace twisted her face. She looked away, crossed her arms over her heavy breasts and then speared him with a level gaze. He knew he wasn’t going to like whatever she had to say.
“I wasn’t coming to see you, Erik. I was looking for someone else.”
* * *
“OH, I DEFINITELY got screwed.” In more ways than one.
For the second night in a row, Lola found herself at a bar table with her girls clustered around her for moral support.
Only this time she’d insisted on nothing but water. Those damn shots had gotten her into enough trouble already.
No, that wasn’t fair. She’d been tipsy, but she’d been fully aware of what she was doing. By the time she realized she’d crawled into Erik’s bed instead of Sean’s, her libido had taken control and started making the decisions.
Groaning, she said, “I just...couldn’t stop.” And then dropped her head onto that table. Because hiding would definitely make everything better.
Tatum snorted. Hope’s soothing hand rubbed down her spine. And some blessed soul plopped a brownie onto the table in front of her. The sweet scent of chocolate should have tempted her at least to look up. It didn’t.
“It was like no time had passed. Forget how reckless he is. How he nearly got my brother killed. Or the way he just left, breaking up with me by text.” She raised her head, looking around the table. “Text! After dating for five years.”
What was wrong with her? Six years later she was still so pissed at him. But that hadn’t stopped her from wanting him once she’d been in his bed...
She’d told him that she wanted closure. And maybe that was partly true, but there was more. Closure probably should have involved a conversation with words instead
