“Oh God,” I said as I struggled to catch my breath. The pain was cutting through my chest, like little prickling barbs. It wasn’t unbearable but it was enough to make me whimper, my eyes and nose burn.
“Hold on, baby,” Shane said. The pinching continued. “Breathe through it. Breathe.” I heard him breathing and tried to match my breath with his. In. Out. In. Out. The pain was easing a little.
And then it was gone, and my body softened. I felt every muscle relax, legs, arms, stomach. “Ohhh,” I moaned. Following that moment of relaxation came a rush of energy and I felt like I was soaring up, up, up to the stars. Shane suckled on my stinging nipple, drawing it into his mouth, and a spark ignited deep inside me. The heat pulsed out in big waves, each one getting stronger and stronger.
“How’s this feel?” he asked, flicking his tongue over my nipple.
“Incredible.”
“Good.” He raked his fingernails down my stomach, over my mound then cupped my sex. “How’s this feel?”
“Ohhh,” was all I could manage. When one of his fingers probed my folds, I widened my stance, spreading my legs for him. Take me. Take me now, I wanted to tell him. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move.
Something large, something hard pushed at my opening, and I shook as I relaxed my inner muscles. Every so slowly it filled me, stretched me until my tissues burned and my insides pulsed. The pleasure was almost unbearable. My insides were clenching that thick rod inside, and each time the muscles tightened another intense rush of sensation ripped through me. I was on the verge of cl**ax, burning from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet.
“Hmmm…” Shane said. “We’re going to have to do something about this impatience of yours.”
“Please, not now.” I tensed, expecting him to pull the toy out, to strip me of the pleasure that was right there, within my grasp.
A second hard thing pushed at my other opening, and I clenched once again, fighting the intimate invasion. But that only amplified the sensation deep inside, as my muscles rippled around the toy inside my vagina.
“Open. Trust me.”
I dragged in a deep breath and relaxed my anus and in the second toy slid. It surged farther, stroking so deeply I couldn’t hold back another second. The orgasm was like a wild river. It picked me up and threw me around, battering my body with relentless force. I surrendered, relaxing into the violence, becoming fully engulfed. It was a cl**ax like none I’d ever experienced, so forceful I wondered if I might collapse.
If the rest of our relationship proved to be as violently beautiful, I was in trouble.
“That’s all for you tonight,” Shane murmured in my ear. “Time for sleep.”
Chapter 4
The next morning, Shane pulled his zoomy car up to my condo, put it into park and kissed me goodbye. The kiss was a rushed, a tiny bit empty and disappointing after the explosive night we shared. But I didn’t let my disappointment or confusion show. I beamed at him and let myself out. And, as he rocketed away, I practically danced up the front walk.
As I was letting myself into my condo, I checked my messages on my cell phone. Two from Jill. Both late last night. The second said I needed to call her the minute I got the message, no matter what time it was.
So, I called her.
And I woke her up.
“Hello?” her heavy, sleep-filled voice cracked.
“It’s me. What’s the big emergency?” I asked as I locked myself in my house.
“You’ll never guess who I ran into yesterday.”
“Dave.”
“Nope.”
“Bill.”
“Nope.”
“Jason.”
“Nope. Give up?”
“Yes.” I kicked off my shoes.
“Drake.”
“Drake Who?”
“Drake Who. Very funny. Your Drake, of course. Drake Cornett. I saw him at the bookstore. He was in the coffee shop reading a book about divorce. Divorce!”
A strange emotion buzzed through me. I decided I didn’t want to look too closely at it. “Interesting.”
“Interesting? Interesting? Hello! Am I talking to the same girl who’d prayed for months that he wouldn’t go through with his wedding?”
“Yes, that was me. Was.” I strolled into my kitchen and poked my head into the refrigerator.
“And didn’t you say that if you ever heard that he was single again that you wouldn’t hesitate to get in touch with him?”
My stomach rumbled. Shane had offered me some breakfast but I’d passed. I’d been too excited and nervous to eat. I wasn’t too excited or nervous to eat now. “I suppose I might’ve said that.”
“So…?”
“You don’t know if he’s single. Do you?” I grabbed a bag of bagels and shut the door.
“Well…actually…”
“Did you speak with him?”
“I did.”
Tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, I shoved my hand into the bag and grabbed a bagel. “Tell me you didn’t outright ask him!”
“Of course not,” she scoffed. “I couldn’t be so rude. No, I checked his ring finger. No ring.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.” I snatched a knife from the block and cut the bagel in half.
“Maybe not by itself, but paired with him reading a book about divorce, I think it’s a pretty blatant sign that his marriage is either over or about to be over.”
Despite having spent last night screaming in pleasure in Shane’s pleasure palace, I found my heart getting a little pitter-pattery over this news.
That scared me.
Once again, my timing with Drake was off. Way off.
A couple of years after he broke up with me, he appeared on my front porch and told me he was ready to settle down. I was seeing someone else at the time.
Then, I broke up with that guy and went back to Drake. He was engaged to someone else.
Why did it seem fate was messing with us? Here we were once again.
Shane and I were still very new. And we hadn’t defined exactly what our relationship was. I wasn’t the type to juggle two men at once. Especially if I was sleeping with one. I shoved the bagel into the toaster slots and hit the button.
“I think you should get in touch with him. He still works at MultiTech.”
“That’s nice. But I don’t think it’s such a good idea to hunt him down right now.” I went back to the refrigerator and dug around on the shelves for the cream cheese. I found it in the back.