One Night with His Ex

by Katherine Garbera

  She pulled her mouth from his. “Let me take my jeans off.”

  “Not yet,” he said, kissing her again, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth.

  She sucked on it and drew him deeper. Using the edge of her nail, she trailed her finger up the side of his cock and felt his hips jerk forward as she ran her nail delicately around the tip. She did it again and he cursed as he pulled his mouth from hers.

  He stepped back and she slid down the wall as he pulled his thigh back from between her legs.

  “Take ’em off,” he said, his voice a low gravelly sound that turned her on even more.

  She shimmied out of her jeans but they were skinny jeans and got stuck around her ankles. She finally got them off and then pushed her underwear down her legs. Mauricio took his pants off, as well.

  He stood there totally naked and completely turned on, his erection standing out as if begging for her. She reached for it, took him in her hand again and this time he caught her around her waist and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he wrapped a strand of her hair around his hand; the other one was at the center of her back, his arm holding her up.

  His chest was flush against hers and she put her hand on his shoulder as he dropped open-mouthed kisses against her jaw and then down the side of her neck. She shoved her hand into his thick black hair and held his head as his mouth moved down her neck. She felt the edge of his teeth, which made her core tighten, and she shifted so the ridge of his erection was nestled against her clit.

  He moved his hips slightly and she shivered as sensations spread up through her body. She ached for him to be inside her and shifted around, trying to get him where she yearned for him. But he moved his hands down her back and slowly stepped away from her until she once again felt the carpeted floor under her feet. His mouth took hers again and then she felt one of his hands moving down her body, over her stomach, tracing her belly button and then lower, caressing her. Then he was moving his finger slowly between her lower lips, lightly rubbing against her engorged clit. She clawed at his shoulders as he pushed his fingers down until she felt the tip of his forefinger penetrating her, his thumb tapping on her clit.

  Her hips moved against him, trying to take him deeper, but Mo kept his touch light and only allowed her to take the very tip of his finger. She dug her nails into his shoulders as that delicious sensation continued to build between her legs.

  She thrust her hips forward, needing more, and he still wouldn’t let her have what she needed. Instead he kept teasing her until she thought she was going to explode but didn’t.

  She took his shaft, working her hand up and down its length as she leaned up on her tiptoes, which inadvertently pushed his finger deeper into her. She smiled as she caught his earlobe between her teeth and then whispered into his ear dark sexual yearnings, telling him how good he felt inside of her and how she couldn’t wait for his cock to fill her.

  He cursed and shoved his finger deeper into her and she moaned in satisfaction, letting her head drop back. Her hair brushed against her shoulder blades as her orgasm started and spread out from his fingers between her legs, tightening her nipples even more and making her legs weak.

  He caught her to him, held her up as his mouth came down on hers. She rode his hand until her orgasm started to die down. She was hungry for more and as he broke the kiss and looked down at her and their eyes met, she felt a wave of emotion go through her that was hard to ignore. Saying goodbye in the morning would be harder than she had expected.

  She was tempted to get her clothes and walk out right now but she wasn’t done with Mauricio Velasquez. Not yet. She was going to squeeze every bit out of this night they had together.

  She took his hand in hers and drew him over to the bed, pushing him down on the edge. He pulled her onto his lap and she felt the tip of him at her entrance. She started to sink down on him before she realized what she was doing.

  “I’m not on the Pill,” she said.

  “Shit,” he said. He lifted her off his lap and turned away.

  “Don’t you have a condom?”

  “I might. Let me check my wallet.”

  He got up and she leaned back, her body so full of sensation all she could do was watch him.

  “Found one,” he said, coming back.

  She took the packet from him and opened it up as he came closer to her. She took her time pushing it down his length and he shuddered under her touch. She put his hands on her waist, lifting her and pushing her back on the bed before coming down between her legs. His hips nestling between hers. She felt the tip of him at her entrance as he took her wrists in one hand and stretched them over her head.

  She arched her back, her nipples brushing against his chest, his hardness pushing against her center.

  He pulled his hips back and then thrust deep inside her. She moaned as he pushed into her. He was always bigger than she remembered, and once he was fully seated, he pushed, giving her body a moment to adjust to his width. She tipped her head back and their eyes met.

  “I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

  She bit her lip, not wanting to admit the same was true for her. She wondered if he knew that because he sighed and brought his mouth down on hers as he started thrusting in and out of her. With each thrust, she felt the tip of his cock hitting her in just the right spot. She lifted her legs up against his side and he let go of her hands to lift her leg higher on his right side, leaning more heavily onto her as he continued to thrust.

  His rhythm was building and driving her higher and higher until she was out of control, making noises she only made when she was having sex with Mauricio. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lifted her upper body against him, tucking her face into his neck. He pulled her closer, holding her tightly to him while he drove into her again and again until her orgasm washed over her.

  He continued thrusting into her a few more times and then groaned her name as he came. She felt him inside of her as he collapsed onto her, careful to keep his weight on his arms on either side of her body as he rested his forehead against hers. Their breath mingled, and she hugged him to her with her arms and legs as if she never wanted to let him go.

  But he’d already let her go. She had to remember that. This was one night only. This was a chance to move on without the anger and hurt. But this was also Mo. Her first lover and her first love and that was harder to distance herself from than she’d have thought.

  He rolled to his side, bringing her with him. He held her close as their breathing slowed and she rested her head on his chest, thinking how nice it was to have his arms around her. She put her thigh over his hip and found the notch between his neck and shoulder for her head. He pulled the comforter up over her, and she felt all the tension that she’d been carrying around with her for what seemed like forever melt away as she drifted off to sleep.

  Five

  Mauricio swept his hand idly up and down Hadley’s back as she slept in his arms. It had been too long since he’d held her. He was realistic enough to realize this changed nothing between them, but he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her. How much he’d missed making love to her. While sex with other women had been satisfying, Hadley and he seemed to have a special chemistry that never failed to make him feel like he’d given her a piece of his soul.

  She wasn’t going to just forgive him for his behavior. Maybe if he’d apologized sooner. But it had taken him a long time to realize what he’d lost when she’d left. He’d used anger as a shield to pretend he hadn’t royally screwed up.

  He shifted a little, wanting to dispose of the condom before he fell asleep. He pulled away from her, felt the wetness on his shaft and looked down.

  “Shit,” he said, standing and pulling off the broken condom. This wasn’t a good thing. They didn’t need the complications of unprotected sex right now.

  Hadley shifte
d on the bed, opening her eyes and smiling up at him with the sweetest smile he’d seen on her face in the longest time. For just a moment, the cowardly part of him didn’t want to tell her about the condom. He wanted to just wash up, climb back into the bed with her and pretend that nothing had happened.

  Chances were she wouldn’t get pregnant from one time but he knew he owed it to her to tell her.

  He wasn’t sure how to say it. She was sleepy and would probably go right back to sleep... Maybe he could wait until morning.

  “Mo, you okay?” she asked, lifting herself up on her elbow. The comforter he’d draped over her fell to her waist; his gaze was drawn to her breasts and he felt his cock stir for a moment. He thought about climbing back on top of her and taking her again.

  “Yeah, um, Had, I don’t know how to say—”

  “Don’t say anything. We don’t need to talk at all tonight,” she said. “This thing between us... I’m glad it happened tonight. I needed it and it seems like you did too.”

  He listened to her talking about their broken relationship with only half of his attention. He had to stop her and tell her what had happened with the damned condom, but he wasn’t sure how.

  “It’s not that,” he blurted out. “The condom broke.”

  “What?” She jumped out of the bed, staring down at her thighs. Her face got tight and that expression he’d come to see on her face all the time toward the end of their relationship was back. It was hard, a little bit angry, a little bit unforgiving, and he hated that.

  “I don’t know how it happened,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” she said, shaking her head. “This is what we get for not using our heads.”

  He wanted to comfort her, but when he reached for her, she shook her head. “I’ll go to Pimm’s Pharmacy in a week or so and get a pregnancy test—hell. No, I won’t. Everyone will know if I go there.” She rushed into the bathroom and shut the door.

  * * *

  She’d thought she’d wake up in the morning maybe feeling a little sad but this... No, she should have known better than to hook up with Mo. Things between them were always one step away from a full-on mud rodeo in the rain. Just a shit show waiting to happen. The problem as far as she could see it was that she had no willpower around him. Especially when it had been such a long dry spell...which she knew was a bad excuse.

  She’d come here tonight because she missed him. There, she’d admitted it. She might not have wanted to deal with that particular truth, but she was tired of only having him in her hot sexy dreams.

  There was a knock and she turned to look at the closed bathroom door. He probably wanted to get in here and wash up too. She opened the door and he stood there with a weighty look in his eyes. He put one hand on the doorjamb and the other on his chest. She saw his signet ring on his ring finger as he rubbed his hand over his chest.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault. Honestly, you don’t have to keep apologizing. We both came up here with our eyes open,” she said.

  He nodded.

  She hated this. She hated the distance between them because they weren’t in a relationship. No matter how much she wanted to pretend that Mauricio was just a Bull Pit hookup, she knew he wasn’t.

  She reached out and took his hand, threading their fingers together and squeezing before she walked by him and let him have the bathroom. They were going to have to figure something out. But it was—what the hell time was it?

  She glanced at the digital clock under the TV.

  Four in the morning.

  Her mother had always said that nothing good happened after midnight. Of course, she was always right. Still, Hadley might not be pregnant... Maybe they could wait to find out?

  She heard the toilet flush and then a few minutes later Mo came out. He hesitated, and she realized that even though she had said neither of them was to blame, she was acting like he was somehow to blame. If she hadn’t been so hot for him, this wouldn’t have happened, but she hadn’t felt this spark with anyone else.

  “Mo, it’s okay. It’s not like this is the first time we had the pregnancy scare,” she said.

  “You’re right. Girl, you go to my head. Normally, this sort of thing never happens to me,” he said.

  “Same. I’m not going to be able to get a pregnancy test for a while, which I guess is fine since I can’t take it for a week or two. I have an exhibit I’m supposed to start installing in my shop. I’m thinking I can go to one of the big box stores near Houston to get the test when I’m there next week.”

  He moved farther into the room and sat down next to her at the foot of the bed. He was close enough that she could feel the heat coming off his body and smell that cologne of his that she loved.

  “Do you want me to go get one?” he asked. “I have a meeting with a supplier for Homes for Everyone.”

  She knew the charity was close to his heart. When they were still together, she’d gone with him to help build the homes and had even donated her time and artist talents doing murals in the children’s rooms.

  “It’s okay. I think it will be better if I go and get it,” she said. She didn’t want him to be too involved unless...

  “What are we going to do if I am pregnant?” she asked after what felt like an hour. The clock under the TV showed that only two minutes had gone by.

  “We’ll figure it out,” he said. “I’m not the same man I was when you left me.”

  She nodded. She knew that. She had changed too. For a long time, she’d been defining herself by how she was seen in town... The younger Everton sister, Mauricio’s girlfriend, that arty girl who went to Manhattan... The truth was, she hadn’t ever taken time to figure out who Hadley Everton really was.

  And she’d been slowly figuring it out. Apparently she still had a weakness for Mauricio’s dark brown eyes and square jaw.

  “Want to try to sleep some more or should I walk you back to your car and take you home?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts at just the right moment.

  * * *

  Mauricio had taken a few minutes to get his mind together in the bathroom. While he had wanted some resolution to their relationship and the breakup, and thought Hadley needed it too, this wasn’t what he’d had in mind. For one thing, he wasn’t sure waiting two weeks was going to be easy for either of them. Now all he could think about was the possibility that she was pregnant with his child.

  And while he’d never thought of himself as a family man, he had to admit the image of her with her belly round, expecting his child, kept dancing through his mind and making him think things that he knew weren’t possible. They were nowhere near ready for anything more than a hookup.

  He’d apologized and he knew it would take a lot of time for her to truly forgive him. It wouldn’t surprise him if Hadley thought he hadn’t changed. All those fights last fall had wisened him up. He knew that it was going to take a lot of time to show her he’d changed. And she might not...she might not want more from him. She might never be able to forgive seeing him with another woman in his bedroom.

  He didn’t blame her. He wasn’t sure he could forgive himself for hurting her that deeply.

  But he was going to let Hadley take control of this situation. Whatever he felt, he was pretty damned sure that she was probably freaking out inside. She looked so calm and almost serene sitting next to him, but she kept tapping her left foot really fast and then she’d realize she was doing it and stop for a minute.

  “Whatever you want to do is fine with me. I would like to come over when you take the test,” he said.

  “Of course,” she said, then looked around the room. “I don’t think I can sleep anymore tonight. Do you mind taking me home? I caught a ride with Zuri last night.”

  “Not at all. Do you want to wait here and I’ll go get my car and pick you up?” he suggested.

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sp; “Yeah, that sounds good,” she said. “I didn’t drive tonight.”

  He put his shirt back on; it smelled like smoke and whiskey and the faintest trace of Hadley’s body spray. He buttoned it up quickly, then stomped his feet into his boots. “I’ll text you when I’m out front.”

  She just nodded and he got up and let himself out of the room. He’d had one-night stands in the past and yet he’d never felt like this. It wasn’t exactly a nice feeling; he couldn’t define it, didn’t really want to. He wanted to get to his car, drop her off and then go home where he could try to figure this out.

  One thought that plagued him as he walked toward the Bull Pit parking lot was how he always managed to screw things up with Hadley. Even in the beginning when they’d first started dating, he’d been trying so hard to make things perfect for her. It hadn’t helped that she had certain expectations for the men she dated. She told him that on their first date. It had been kind of cute and he hadn’t really paid attention to it until he’d hurt her the first time. Then he realized that she’d invested a lot in him as her boyfriend.

  That pressure had made it harder for him to live up to her expectations and eventually he’d started to resent her. But that was on him. He’d always been the hothead. It had set him apart from his family, even his twin, since he was a kid. People who struggled to tell Alec and him apart based on their appearance could always tell in a fight.

  There were only five cars left in the parking lot. He unlocked his car and drove on autopilot back to the Grand Hotel. He noticed that the streets were starting to get busy; it was nearly 5:00 a.m. and the commuters who drove to Houston were already getting a head start to beat the traffic. Then he saw a familiar Cadillac CTS turn onto Main Street from the Five Families area and cursed. His mother.