As I continue to navigate these uncharted waters of publishing, I thought I’d share another teaser to my first—and did I mention free?—Novella that will be released some time this month.
ICYMI … last week, I shared the first chapter: HERE
Hope you enjoy.
And as a reminder: all content/teasers etc. is meant for eyes of the 18 and over variety. 😉
Our words to each other were whispers with the backdrop of low grunts and heavy breathing.
I held onto her tightly, first by her shoulders, then by gripping onto her right thigh hooked over my hip. I loved the way her foot dug into my ass. It was like we couldn’t get close enough, or deep enough inside each other.
This time when we came it was more subtle—our slow movements not calling out for anything loud or extreme. Still, it was an orgasm, so it took all my energy out of me. Unable to catch my breath, I lay on top of her, barely having the strength to hold up my body weight.
Finally, realizing I was probably smothering the poor girl, I rolled off of her, and after getting rid of the condom, I got back into bed and pulled her into my side.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
A couple of hours later, I was awoken by Noelle shaking my shoulder.
“What time is it?” I rubbed the palm of my hand against my eyes.
“It’s almost noon. I have to go.”
“When did you change?” I’m not always the most perceptive guy in the world, but I knew the difference between the red dress she had on last night and the long, yellow dress she was wearing now.
“I called Teresa to come pick me up. We have lunch plans with my parents, so she brought me clothes. I showered and changed here. That okay?”
No, it was most certainly not okay but only because I had allowed myself to momentarily forget what this weekend really was—apparently to both of us. I couldn’t ask her to stay. I wanted to, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea. So I walked her to the door and gave her one last soft peck on the lips.
There was some hesitation but she left with a ‘thanks for the amazing weekend’ and a small smile.
Neither one of us asked for the other’s phone number.
I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again, but for the first time in months I felt like myself. My old self. And I’d never admit it to Warren, but maybe he was onto something with his whole “Rebound Effect.”
Thanks for reading!