Claimed by a Stranger (Craved Series #2) (8 page)

Nothing helped me relax like emptying my balls into a beautiful
woman.

But I couldn’t sleep for anything.

Which was weird.

Usually after some mind-blowing sex I was out like a light, but
I couldn’t stop thinking about Audrey, especially Audrey’s face after we had
sex.

It was so fucking cute, like she’d had the best orgasm of her
life moments before she found out she’d won the lottery.

And even though I’d satisfied a lot of women in my day,
something about making her feel that way meant more, and the sense of pride I
felt in my chest was tangible.

Though I didn’t know why that was. Surely, a lay was a lay.

But she wasn’t just a lay.

She was more. She was something special. Satisfying a woman like
Audrey was a real achievement. She was the kind of girl that was worth
impressing, and the fact that I’d succeeded made me feel great… unless she had
the world’s best poker face and was actually trying to hide the fact that she’d
had a terrible time.

Though I doubted it. I knew women were good actresses, but faking
a smile was one thing. Nobody could fake getting that wet. Or fake glowing afterwards
like she had when I was done with her.

But I wasn’t done with her.

At least I didn’t want to be. There was so much more I wanted to
do with her- to her- and so much more I wanted her to do to me. And she would
do it, too. I had no doubt about that.

In fact, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever met a woman who was as curious
and enthusiastic about new experiences, and I was thrilled to see that carry
over into the bedroom.

And to say she was worth having again was an understatement.

Her body was incredible for one thing. I’d met so many women who
were obsessed with trying to eliminate the most womanly parts of their bodies,
but she was all natural. Her tits were soft and sensitive, her ass was meaty
enough to take a pounding, and her thighs were gorgeous and shapely in a way
that made me desperate to get my head between them.

But a hot body wasn’t enough to keep me interested.

A hot body was nothing to celebrate if it just laid there.

But she was so responsive, so willing to please me, and even
more importantly, so willing to be pleased. I loved it when a woman wasn’t
ashamed to feel pleasure, wasn’t too self-conscious to let herself go.

And Audrey ticked all my boxes.

Just as thoroughly as I’d licked hers.

Oh god I needed to stop thinking about her or I was never going
to get to sleep. Or worse, I was going to get hard thinking about her and I’d
have to rub one out in order to relax.

But I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to save myself for her
tomorrow morning. Though the thought of her getting rubbed down in front of me
was almost too much of a turn on to handle.

Still, there was no way I wasn’t going to have her again as soon
as possible. After all, she’d be all lazy and delicious after her massage. It
would be the perfect time for me to take advantage of her, and if her
willingness to have a good time tonight was any indication, she’d be up for it.

And I would stop at nothing to make her come even harder next
time, to feel me even more. I wanted to fuck her so hard that stupid grin would
be stuck on her face for days.

Oh my aching balls. Now that I didn’t have to imagine her body-
now that I could picture every gorgeous inch of it- there was no help for me. Every
time I closed my eyes, she was there, her chest rising and falling as her pussy
dripped between her splayed legs.

Where had she been all my life?! Seattle obviously, but why now?
Saying goodbye to her was going to be the gut wrenching.

Of course, I couldn’t think about that now. Or tomorrow. Frankly,
I shouldn’t think about it at all. It wouldn’t do either of us any good to
dwell on the fact that she had a ticket out of here.

And the thought of how little time I had left with her killed my
boner in an instant.

I should’ve invited her back. I should’ve insisted she spend the
night at my place. Then I could’ve had my hands on her right now, her breath on
my lips, her hair on my pillow.

But I was a fucking coward.

Firstly, I didn’t want to bring her back to my shitty little
apartment after I’d pulled out all the stops to impress her earlier in the
night. Sure, I had a balcony with a view of the ocean, but it was a studio, and
it was less impressive than a college student’s dorm, more mess than personal
effects.

And while the way I lived might have been good enough for a one
night stand with a less classy girl, it wasn’t good enough for Audrey. She’d be
appalled that I lived in such a small space, especially if she compared it to where
she was staying.

And I didn’t want to spoil the illusion that my life was fancier
than it was.

But that wasn’t the only reason I couldn’t bring her back.

The other was that my Dad was too much of a wild card. There was
always a chance I’d be called out in the middle of the night- or worse- that he
would fucking show up here stinking drunk, swearing like the star of a budget porno.

And he would definitely spoil the illusion- as well as scare the
shit out of her and send her running- which was the last thing she needed on
her carefree holiday.

I just hoped she wasn’t offended.

Perhaps if I’d had a few more beers, I might have invited her
back, but it was for the best this way. Who was I to spoil her fling? I was just
a fantasy for her. This wasn’t real, and I’m sure she didn’t want it to get
real.

As a result, there was no reason to tell her any bad news, no
reason to peel back the layers so she was forced to see more than she wanted
to. I might as well try to make everything as perfect as possible. At least
then she would remember her time with me that way.

And it looked like that was the best I could hope for at this
stage.

Cause when I’d suggested she stay a few more days, she obviously
wasn’t into it. So I needed to respect her wishes, accept that the only shots I
could call were in the bedroom, and keep in mind that all we had was the
present.

Even if that wouldn’t change the fact that I was totally fucking
sprung.

I tried to read in bed for a while, but it wasn’t long before I
realized I wasn’t registering a single word that was passing through my field
of vision.

Who was I kidding? I couldn’t concentrate on reading at a time
like this!

I flipped my ebook back to the beginning of the chapter and
closed it. Reading was a waste of time.

I couldn’t think of anything except how awake I was and whether
or not Jack was sleeping. Of course, he probably was. After all, that’s what
guys did after sex. They passed out. Or at least enough people seemed to be of
that opinion that I figured it must be true. Of course, it had been a long time
since a man had fallen asleep beside me for the night.

Emmett came back to my apartment once after an office outing,
but he was gone in the morning when I woke up. I didn’t even speak to him again
until the next workday at which point he didn’t even acknowledge what had
happened.

I thought he was being coyly professional. It’s only now that I
know he was being an inconsiderate dickwad.

But Jack wasn’t a dickwad. If anything, he was far nicer to me
than he even needed to be. I mean, he was hot enough that I would’ve happily
let him use me even if he treated me like shit. And I’m not saying that to be
down on myself. I just know myself well enough to know that it’s the truth.

Lord knows it wouldn’t have been the first time I let a guy who
I thought was out of my league walk all over me. That was sort of my thing. The
only mistake I seemed to make more often was eating ice cream for breakfast.

But it seemed like Jack actually gave a shit about my feelings
as opposed to only caring about whether or not my pussy was ready for him. So
it was a good thing I was leaving soon because that kind of consideration could
spoil a girl.

I might start thinking there were actually nice guys out there.
Then my expectations would get even more warped than they already were and I’d
be alone forever for sure.

Whatever. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I enjoyed
the little time I had left with him and harnessed those good feelings to get my
life back on track. At least that way, falling too hard for my holiday fling
wouldn’t be a complete waste of time.

I turned off the lights around two and closed my eyes, but my
brain was still racing. It reminded me of when I used to come home from places
where they played the music too loud and my ears felt like they’d never stop
ringing. Finally, after what felt like several years of deep breathing, I
started to unwind.

But a moment later, I heard the doorknob turn and opened one
eye.

The light from the hallway flooded a small section of the
opposite wall as Megan tiptoed in and closed the door behind her.

She swore when she bumped into the mini fridge. Then she knocked
a bottle of water out of it and it bounced across the floor several times
before she could grab it. By then I had both eyes open and was watching her
fumble around in the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted like mine as she wobbled
on her heels towards the bed.

Finally, I reached over and turned on the light.

“Well, well, well,” I said. “What do we have here?”

“I’m so sorry!” Her curly hair was wild and her eye makeup was
heavily smudged. “Go back to sleep,” she said. “I’ll be quiet.”

I sat up and propped a pillow behind me. “That’s okay. I wasn’t
asleep.”

Her shoulders relaxed. “Okay good.”

“Though I can’t say the same for the people in the room below
us.”

She made a little ‘o’ with her lips and raised her eyebrows.
“Have you been back long?”

“A little while,” I said. “Did Matteo drop you off like this?”

“Yes,” she said, falling face down on the bed and kicking her
shoes off so they fell to the floor with two soft thuds.

“Good night?” I asked.

She lifted her head and rested her chin in her hands. “Sooo
good. I think I might stay here forever.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.” She rolled onto her side. “I might just be Matteo’s sex
slave from now on. Ya know, let him get me drunk and fuck me every night. Spend
my days on the beach.”

“Sounds pleasant.”

“Right?!” She lifted a hand in the air and then dropped it
immediately back on the bed as if she needed it to hold on. “I mean, why is
this not my real life?!”

“Because life’s a bitch.”

“It’s so unfair,” she said. “I’d totally forgotten what a
brilliant little slut I could be after six years of sitting on the couch in
sweatpants with Max.”

I sighed.

“Matteo makes me feel so alive.”

“Tell me about it. I’m pretty sure Jack is my soulmate and
there’s a parallel universe where we end up together, but by some cruel twist
of fate, it isn’t this one.”

“So you had a good night?”

“Good doesn’t even scratch the surface,” I said. “I had the
sexiest night of my life.”

“That’s it. It’s settled. We should both stay. Fuck the States.
We’ll be professional muses from now on.”

I laughed. “You are so right. I can’t think of a single reason
why we shouldn’t spend the rest of our lives here.”

Megan rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. “I did
drugs tonight.”

I rolled my eyes. “When you call it drugs, it makes you sound
like a real amateur.”

“I am an amateur!”

“What did you do?”

“A bunch of coke.”

“A bunch, huh?”

“Some? I don’t know. Any coke is a bunch to me.”

I had no interest in doing drugs at this stage in my life, but I’d
experimented when Megan was in her serious relationship so I understood the
appeal. “And how was it?”

“It was fucked up.” She rolled her head towards me. “I think I
gave six thousand high-fives.”

“Wow.”

“On top of out-dancing everyone in the club.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“And that was before I let Matteo fuck me in the bathroom.”

“What?!”

“And the craziest part is that it was all my idea.”

“Whoa, Megan.”

“Don’t worry. It was a really nice place. The bathroom was super
clean. It had a couch and everything.”

I shook my head.

“Did you and Jack have a chance to get frisky tonight?”

“Yeah,” I said. “He reserved the rooftop of a local bar.”

“He what?!” She sat up on her knees, her butt sliding to the
side a second later.

I shrugged. “It was no big deal, but one thing led to another.”

“And?!”

“And he was amazing.”

Megan smiled.

“Every inch of him.”

She squealed and clapped her hands together.

“Shhh! It’s after two.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m just so excited for you!”

“I know. Me too. I really needed that.”

“So was he kind of conservative or-”

“Not at all,” I said. “In fact, he was really bossy.”

Megan groaned and let her head fall back. “I love that.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would, but his confidence was
contagious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I acted way freakier than I normally would.”

“Do you think it’s something in the air here? Or the drinks?”
she asked. “Or did we just meet two really amazing guys?”

“I have no idea,” I said. “But I’m not complaining.”