I’m positive Jaden’s gone. He’s no longer a threat; he never was—not really. He was nothing but some cheap thrills, a distraction. There’d be no more distractions.
“Are you okay, sir? You have this look—”
Annnnnd she ’ s back.
“I’m fine, just anxious to land already.” When I witness her eyes travel across my shoulders and down my chest before coming back up to meet mine, I add, “Missing my girlfriend.”
Her smile is as fake as her tits. “We’ll be on the ground in minutes.”
This time, when she walks down the aisle, there’s a little less sashay in her sway.
This is only the third time I’d referred to Skye as my girlfriend and the first time was in a red hued rage on Skye’s driveway in the pouring rain. The second? After I’d found Ryan passed out on a bench in Brookside Park, just a handful of miles from the rehab facility. He had no recollection of how he got there or how long he’d been there. Clothes filthy, the smell of cheap bourbon radiated off of him, and he was missing his shoes. His fucking shoes. My bet was while he was passed out, somebody helped themselves to his damn near new pair of Jordans. I’d taken him back to the hotel to clean up before I planned on dropping him back off at the clinic.
My clothes hung off his thin frame, but what the fuck would he care; he’d been comatose in a fucking park with no goddamn shoes earlier. I dropped him off once more and got on the next plane home, home to Skye. Ryan’s days started over, and all I could do was hope for more but expect less. On the drive back to rehab, I’d told Ry about Skye and how I’d like him to get his shit together so I could introduce my brother to her. My real brother, not the shell he’d become. When he’d asked me if I’d be making him wear a monkey suit anytime soon and or learn to change diapers? I didn’t freak like I had before. Panic had always set in when I thought a woman might be looking for something more or wanted to take the next step. With Skye? The thought didn’t scare me.
I’m more afraid that she’ll want nothing more to do with me. That I, too, was nothing more than a distraction. Like him. Maybe I’d pushed her too far with the three-way. I sure as shit had pushed myself too far. I’d never be in that situation again. It killed me to see another man’s hands on her body. I wasn’t built to share, nope; I wasn’t made that way. I wanted to be the one and only man to have free range of her curvy self, the only one to come inside of her. I’d never been inside of a woman without a condom, but I demanded it with Skye. I demanded a lot that night, but Skye never faltered when I’d shown her that side of me, and finding out she’d liked a man who took control in the bedroom was even more proof that woman in particular was made just for me.
**Skye**
“You’re going to swallow tonight, beautiful.” Looking up, I pull him back into my mouth. With my hands on his ass, I can pull him closer so I can practically swallow him whole. Feeling him shudder, it’s clear he hadn’t expected that.
“Jesus!”
When he starts bumping his groin against my face, I fight my gag reflex. Every time my eyes close tight and I gasp for breath, I get wetter. He starts thrusting in and out of my mouth, slowly pulling out then sliding back in, his eyes remain locked on mine below him.
“You can take me deeper, beautiful,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Mmmhmm,” is all I can say around his shaft.
Pulling all the way out of my mouth, he speaks with a controlled reverence. “I’m about to come and you’re going to swallow every drop, understood?” He may have said it like a question, but I see it for what it is…a command. His breathing is labored and his filthy words are hot as hell. “Then I’m going to eat you until you scream my name and then after some recovery time, I’m going to fill my pussy up.”
“W-whatever you want.” His eyes show the desire in them, he’s clearly as turned on as I am.
“It is my pussy, right?” He strokes his cock still refusing to look away from my mouth.
“Yes, only yours,” I answer, licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together.
He growls.
After a few more strokes, he’s pushing back into my mouth. Gripping my hair as he thrusts repeatedly, each thrust a little harder than the last.
Knowing he’s getting closer to blowing, I wrap my right hand around his balls, massaging them even as they’re strung tight. I love being on my knees in front of such a powerful man, him telling me what to do as he loses himself in me; I want to be the one who gives him the pleasure he demands.
“Oh yeah, suck me hard.” Grabbing his ass with both hands, I hold him as close to me as I can and swallow over and over. Tensing up, he pushes in until my face is against his groin, I swallow his come as his release pulses into my throat. Once, twice, three times, before he pulls out of my mouth and jerks off the remainder of his climax with it landing in my open mouth.
“Oh fuck! Skye! Don’t you dare swallow that yet,” he groans as he comes more. Hot droplets hit my tongue and the last pearl lands on my lip, slowly running from the corner of my mouth. Taking his finger, he wipes my bottom lip and holds it to mouth he’s yet to look away from. “Suck,” he orders and I, of course, obey. “Now swallow and say thank you, Jaden.”
As his very essence goes down I say, “Thank you…”
“What!” Bolting upright, it takes me a second to understand it had all been a dream. No, not a dream but a nightmare. Nothing more than my imagination. It had been Rhett in my mouth, in my hands, in my ears the whole time but then Jaden in the end. He still haunts me and I imagine he will for some time to come.
I blocked his phone number and deleted all of his text messages and to be quite honest, I haven’t thought of him since I walked out of his office. That is, until tonight. Apparently dreams aren’t off limits when it comes to guilt.
A loud knock coming from my front door has me picking up my cell phone and checking the time. Who would be knocking on my door at three-thirty in the morning? I jump when the phone starts to vibrate in my hand. The security guard is calling me?
“Hello?”
“Is this Skye Blake?”
“It is.”
Walking to the door, I look out the peephole and almost drop my phone when I see who is on the other side of the door.
“Miss?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“I said that a Mr. Rhett Baxter was allowed to go through the gate since his name was on file, but due to the hour, I figured it warranted a pho—”
Flipping the deadbolt, I opened the door.
“Yes, yes, thank you. He’s here now.”
“Very well, Miss. Good night.”
I step back as Rhett walks into the house, closing and locking the door behind him.
“Good night.” I say pressing the end button on the phone, while I watch Rhett making himself at home in my living room.
“Was that the guard at that gate?”
I nod.
“Good, good, he was doing his job. I like that.” He stands and rubs his palms down the front of his jeans. Why would he be nervous? “Can you come here, please?” he asks as he starts cracking his knuckles one by one. He’s going to tell you that he can’t forgive you and it’s over before it really started.
Setting my phone down on the coffee table, I start to sit down when I am pulled onto his lap.
When he says nothing, I break the silence. “It’s three-thirty in the morning, Rhett.” His low chuckle has me smiling.
“Fitting.” He must see the confusion on my face. “Almost all of our time spent together has been in the night.” True. “I’m here because I tried to sleep and I fully intended to come to you tomorrow before our shift starts at the club, but I couldn’t wait.” Finally, he pressed his lips against mine, and I breathed him in; it was him, and not some dream, not a figment of my imagination, but Rhett in all his glory. “I can’t spend another day without you in it.” When his big hands stroke my back, goose bumps form at the intimate touch. “Not going back to where we were, beautiful.” This time when he kisses me, his lips catch the single tear that just began to fall. “Don’t cry, beautiful.”