“Oh God!” I call out, praising and worshipping everything she’s doing with her tongue, sucking and milking every last drop of me she can. She then succumbs to her own release, small, high-pitched cries escaping her lips.
She gazes up at me, a satiated smile spreading across her lips and grabs one of the towels that I dropped to the floor.
“I’m going to go clean up.” She saunters past me, her perky tits front and center. My dick twitches.
What the hell just happened?
I pick up the other towel and start to clean myself off. That’s when I realize she doesn’t know who I really am. She thinks I’m Garrett.
Fucking Awkward.
I need to fix this. Garrett’s married. He wouldn’t do something like this.
“Hey, um?” I stammer. “We need to talk.”
The bathroom door opens and she saunters past me, bending down to pick up her discarded clothing. She dresses slowly, eye-fucking me the entire time. I do the same, finding my clothes in my gym bag and pull my t-shirt over my head and my boxer briefs up.
“What’s there to talk about?” She smiles. “That was fun, right?”
“Yeah, it was–amazing. But you don’t understand, I’m not–”
She nods, “I know who you are.” Her lips find mine again as she pulls me against her, bunching my t-shirt in her fist. Our chests are pressed together, her tongue entwines with mine in a sensual, dick-hardening kiss.
“Yeah?” I breathe, ready for round two. Is there going to be a round two? Please let there be a round two.
“You’re Jake, right?” Now she knows my name? She called me Garrett at least two or three times earlier. Is this just a weird fantasy or something?
“Yeah, but–”
“I have a message from the band.”
And then the hottest chick I’ve ever been with slowly backs away from me, her smile spreading and eyes lighting up.
“Merry Christmas and welcome to the team.”
What?
She winks and turns around, slipping her red, fuck-me pumps back onto her bare feet. Then she says, just before disappearing out the door.
“Garrett says you got the job. Merry Christmas!”
Laughter from the hallway fills the dressing room, and I’m mortified. Did that just happen?
Garrett’s voice echoes, “Way to go, buddy!”
I quickly pull on my jeans before anyone can see me in my underwear.
Tristan, Dax, Heath, Alex, and Garret’s voices get closer, and I smile.
I guess now I’m with the band. Merry Christmas to me!
The End
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About the Author
Trudy Stiles is a USA Today Bestselling Author, writer of New Adult Romance, mom to two beautiful children, and married to the love of her life. She’s the author of the bestselling Forever Family series including Dear Emily, Dear Tabitha, and Dear Juliet. Epic Sins, Epic Lies and Epic Love are the first three books in the Epic Fail series and will continue with at least one more standalone novel, Epic Holiday. She plans to write many more stories about some of the characters you’ve already met, and maybe a few new ones. The Forever Family series will continue with two standalone novels in 2017, Sincerely, Emily and Forever Sara.
She’s also a contributing author to the USA Today Bestselling anthology, F*cking Awkward, a hilarious group of short stories sure to make you cringe, laugh and everything in between. All proceeds from this project benefited The Bookworm Box and its charities.
Trudy is a music junkie and you’ll know that she’s writing when you see her plugged into her laptop with her earbuds in. Her playlist is unique and is a must for her writing sprints.
When she’s not writing, she’s carting her children to their various activities while avoiding any kind of laundry or housework. She also loves to run along the boardwalk of the beautiful New Jersey shore.
She celebrates Wine Wednesday almost every day.
You can find out more about Trudy at http://trudystiles.com.
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