Ashes - Book 2 (New Adult Romantic Suspense)
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Her hair brushes my thighs as my cock disappears and reappears before me. Her tongue works around my shaft, giving different sensations. Her free hand cups my balls and I’d applaud her if it was at all appropriate. Instead, I moan my appreciation of her talent.
I started seeing Amber about a year ago and we’ve gone out a couple of times a month since then. She’s the only woman I’ve been with that could almost take all of me in her mouth. The girl didn’t seem to have a gag reflex. As if on cue, she takes me deep … farther and farther … until her nose is pressed against my skin.
I moan again, a deep involuntary exhale that I don’t try to muzzle. I feel my balls tighten and I don’t want her to stop, but I know that if she doesn’t, I’ll blow way too early. I’ve been needing this distraction. I don’t want it to be over with too quick.
Beth could distract you.
Fuck. It’s like someone has whispered that thought into my head and I fight like hell to push it out.
Yes, Beth is beautiful and tough and funny. But she can be cold and rigid too. And I never know which Beth will show up — good Beth or bad Beth. I don’t want to live my life—
God!
What’s wrong with me? I have this gorgeous blonde woman giving me head and I’m arguing with myself about Beth.
I’m losing it.
I really am.
Maybe I just need to bend Amber over, fuck her hard and fast and go home. Or maybe go to the card game with the guys. I’m clearly too fucked up to be making any kind of important decision. Even not-important decisions. Like this one.
The hair on the back of my neck raises and I suddenly feel as if I’m being watched. I ignore it, but the feeling grows stronger. I open my eyes and look around, trying to spot what has me suddenly on edge. I look behind me and realize the door is cracked open an inch or so.
Shit. Is someone watching?
Adrenaline kicks in as I remember with some certainty kicking it closed. Didn’t I? I try hard to remember hearing the door click. I don’t know for sure.
Amber bends lower and takes my balls in her mouth, pulling my attention back to her. The sense of being watched begins to vanish, almost as quickly as it came. Then I hear a noise in the hallway.
Someone speaking?
A cry?
It has come and gone too quickly to tell.
I listen hard, trying to hear it again. Nothing. Just silence except for the noise Amber is making. Then I hear it again. Another little cry.
Agent Grimes’ voice echoes in my head … you still carry that gun?
I pull back and step away from Amber and she cries out, reaching for me. I hold up a finger, silently asking her to wait and be quiet. She pouts, but sits back on her heels and I feel her eyes watching my movements.
Bending, I pull my pants up and button them before I reach down and pull my little Ruger from my ankle holster. Amber gasps when she sees the gun. I put my finger to my lips and she, very quietly, scoots over to her dress and begins to tug it on.
Chapter 18 — Beth
A little sob escapes my lips and I clamp my hand over my mouth. I back further away from the door, but can still see a sliver of Gage and the woman.
I watch him stiffen and for a moment I’m certain that he’s climaxed and am somewhat relieved. If nothing else, the torture of knowing he was with that beautiful creature would be over.
Maybe.
Then he turns his head and is looking around the room, his head tilted as if listening for something. Then he turns most of the way around and I’m certain … absolutely certain … that our eyes meet for the space of a hundred heartbeats. In that moment, I know he’s caught me watching him. I wholeheartedly believe he’s caught me standing there like the voyeur I am.
Another sound escapes me.
Mortification?
Deep sadness?
Distress?
A combination of everything?
I nearly jump out of my skin when Gage suddenly bends down and begins to pull his pants up and turns toward the door. My breath whooshes out in surprise.
In full panic, I look up and down the labyrinth of halls, trying to remember which way I came and, more importantly, which way I’d come closer to finding a hiding spot.
I can’t let him find me.
He can never know I watched him or how much I care. Tears are pouring down my face. I’m crying over a man.
Stupid.
I’m so stupid.
I know the rules of our relationship and blew them. When did this happen? I didn’t even know I felt this way until this moment.
When I see Gage bend down and pull a gun from his ankle holster, my heart leaps into my throat and I turn and run.
Grateful to be carrying my shoes, I stay on my toes and push myself into a full sprint. I dash into the first hallway I come to, stopping to listen as soon as I’m out of sight.
I don’t know how long I stand there, listening and afraid to move, but in a few moments I hear the woman’s voice and then the click of her heels going in the opposite direction.
I hold my breath, frozen in place until all is silent around me. Just as I inhale, a hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my scream.
I’m yanked backward and nearly lose my breath as I collide into a man’s hard chest. I recover quickly and begin to struggle, using my elbows to land any blow that I can. He growls as my heels connect with his shins and knees.
The hand over my mouth tightens, the fingers so thick they block most of my nostrils. I can’t breathe and the edge of my vision goes grey. I bite at his hand, but he presses harder, crushing my lips into my teeth.
He curses and shoves me into the wall, pushing me against the cool cement blocks. I’m pinned and don’t have the strength to push back. When I give up, going limp and heaving with exhaustion, he laughs.
Then his breath is hot against my ear and he growls, “I think you’ve been a very bad girl.”
End of Book 2
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