Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I slip out and into a bathroom down the hall that I saw during my tour earlier. After quickly getting dressed, I return to find the men in the same positions, except Hutch now has his pants back on, too.
“Thank you,” I say, “for dinner tonight, and … everything else.” I’ve never thanked anyone for sex, but I’ve never had sex this good, or been treated to so many orgasms.
Hutch cups the back of my head in his big hand and tips me back for a kiss. The taste of him makes me wish desperately that I could stay the night without repercussions.
Christian pulls me into his arms next, giving me a similarly wonderful and frustrating kiss. Mace tells me goodnight with a prolonged peck and a brief embrace. There’s still no sign of Zipper as Hutch walks me to the door, and then out to my car.
“Good night, Rose. Drive home safely.” He gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze before closing the car door, and then watches me drive out of sight.
Music comes on automatically in the car, but I turn it off, wanting to be alone with my thoughts. My body’s humming with a type of energy I’ve never felt before. I feel so alive, and so exhilarated, and every inch of my body feels good, even the achy part between my legs. It’s like I’m a different person after having the experience I had tonight, but I also feel more fully myself than ever.
The lights are still on in the living room at my house, but that doesn’t tell me anything, since my brother always leaves them on if I’m not home yet. I send up a wish that Patrick will have gone to bed already, but unfortunately, he’s still up watching TV when I let myself in.
“Hey, you’re finally home.” His eyes, which I only meet with a very brief glance, look tired, like he’d drifted off in the chair while waiting for me. “How was your night?”
“It was good.”
“Where’d you go?” It’s not uncommon for him to ask, but tonight it feels like a trap.
“No place special. Just went to a club in Whitman with a friend from my night job.” I keep my back turned to him as I step out of my shoes and fuss unnecessarily with my purse.
“Someone else there had the same night off as you?”
“Yeah, she’s a server.” I shrug, like there’s no rhyme or reason to Club Red’s scheduling. “How was your night? Watching anything good?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. Nothing exciting.”
“That’s too bad,” I say. “Well, I’m going to go get a shower and get to bed.”
“Good night,” he calls after me.
I think I pulled that off. I don’t like lying to my brother, but this situation leaves me no choice.
TATTOO 3
17
ROSE
I thought I was preoccupied with thoughts of the men before, but it turns out I didn’t even know what preoccupation was.
They’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up the next morning, and they’re with me as I get dressed, as I wonder what they’ll think of my outfit, and if they have a preference for how I style my hair.
Different parts of my body hold their own memories—all of them very good memories. I swear I can still feel their hands gripping my flesh, their lips brushing over my skin, their long, hard cocks exploring new territory deep inside me.
It seems that not a minute passes that I’m not looking forward to seeing the men today for their coffee delivery, assuming that they do order coffee. They don’t order every day, and I also have worries that things will be different between us, now that we’ve had sex. Maybe that’s all they wanted. It happens all the time; it happened to me in college, and I’ve heard plenty of stories from friends about eager men who suddenly lose interest once they get what they want.
I don’t want to think that these men would be that way, especially not Hutch or Christian, but I also try to brace myself for the worst. I won’t regret last night, no matter what.
It’s silly how much I’m thinking about them, when this can’t be anything more than a bit of fun. I need to remind myself to keep it all in perspective so I don’t get hurt.
Despite how wonderful last night was, there’s no prospect of anything long term. I’m not even a part of their world; they’re so much older, and nothing like men I’ve considered to be my type, though now I’m wondering if I ever knew what my type is.
Anyway, it’s just physical; nothing more. Physical, like the way my heart speeds up when their order comes in at the coffee shop.
Finally. Their order is right on time, but I’ve been waiting for it since I first arrived at work.