Send her away or keep her on the hook for a while? He’d never been that guy. He’d always taken pride in satisfying his lovers, but he’d erased her name from that list long ago.
She released her grip and fluttered her lashes. “Wow, baby. That was like you’d not had sex in a while. What’s the matter? Ex-girlfriend a little frigid? Is that why you broke up with her?”
Jared ignored her question, backed away, and dropped the condom in the trash. Hell, he should have double-bagged. No telling where she’d been.
He wasn’t a fool. She’d gone to the Big Apple with starry-eyed dreams of becoming famous and failed. She might be successful in Lubbock, Texas, but New York City was a different story. Artists from all over the world struggled to be featured in galleries there. If she planned to claim him as a consolation prize, she was as nutty as Beth.
At six the next morning, his phone chimed. Who the hell would call this early? Palming his cell, he focused on the screen, and eased out of bed. “Hey Jace, hold on a minute.” He pulled on his pajama pants and glanced at Julie, still asleep. After last night, she probably thought he was in her life again. She was in for a shock because she’d been double-fucked and didn’t know it. Screwed and screwed over. Wonder how she liked it? He stomped into the living room and put the cellphone back to his ear. “Something wrong?”
“Damn straight something’s wrong. I can tell by your low tone you’re not alone, and I’ll bet Julie’s there. Have you lost your friggin’ mind?”
“How do you know about her?”
“Beth Ann came by crying on Maggie’s shoulder. So what’s going on?”
“No need to worry.”
“Do you know how upset Mom will be when she finds out you’ve reconciled with Julie?”
“I haven’t.” Jared peered toward the bedroom to make sure his bed partner wasn’t listening. “I can’t talk right now. I’ll come by and fill you in later. Don’t say anything to Mom or Dad. And tell Maggie the same.”
“Stop by before you go to work. I’m not sure I can keep my little Magpie quiet about this.”
“Okay.” Jared disconnected and went to the coffeemaker. He’d surprised himself at the amount of anger he still had concerning the breakup.
Arms slid around him from behind and jarred him for his thoughts.
“Morning, Stud.” She giggled. “Lord, Jared. Once on the chair and two times in bed? That’s more sex than when we first got together. I hoped you’d be glad to see me, but I underestimated how much.”
Still naked, she angled to face him and tiptoed for a kiss. When their lips parted, she smiled. “After all this time, I still love you. I made a terrible mistake by leaving.”
He stepped back and chuckled without humor. “Only took four years?”
“I wanted to come back before then, but I was embarrassed. I’d made this big production about going to New York and had too much pride to admit I was wrong. But the longer I stayed, the more it became clear I’d never be happy there, away from you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him again, and melted into him.
He pushed away. What kind of monster had he turned into? Getting even gave him a hard-on. He slipped a condom from his pocket and tore it open.
She glanced at his erection and smiled. “Here, let me help you with that.” She rolled it onto his hard shaft, then took him by the hand and guided him to the sofa. Pushing him down, she straddled him. Within a few seconds he was pounding into her.
She arched back, rested her palms on his knees, and matched him thrust for thrust. He didn’t want her to climax, but she did. And as she whimpered his name over and over, it drove him to the edge, and he came undone.
Limp against him, she rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you, Jared.”
He lifted her from his lap. “So you want to take up where we left off?”
“Yes.”
“As I recall that was with you leaving. So get your shit and
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