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Flushed from our exertion, her smooth shiny skin glowed and glistened, evidence of the intense heat we had generated between us. It had given me a sense of satisfaction that the fire I’d stoked within her had made her look like that. Tresses of her long wavy hair were splayed beautifully, unkempt and damp from the strain of chasing her release. A bulging vein her temple marked her rapid heart rate, the last telltale sign of her heady intense release.
Due to the force of my orgasm, I felt briefly incapacitated, totally awash by the blinding lights that flashed behind my eyes when my own violent orgasm had torn through me.
Gradually, as the aftershocks subsided, I clawed my way back from my lightheaded euphoric state and slumped down breathless on top of her. My warm seed felt amazing still surrounding my cock inside her, filled, but I knew I was too heavy and no matter how reluctant I was, I slid out of her and rolled on to my back.
Drenched in sweat, I heaved air rapidly into my lungs until I heard Tricia chuckling beside me and rolled onto my side to face her.
Moving my head to look at her, I lay quietly staring at her laughing. She grinned when she looked at me and licked her parched lips. “That was …” she trailed off and shrugged, like she was lost for words to describe what we’d done. I couldn’t help her out because I had no words to describe how I felt either.
When her expression eventually turned serious, her sparkling eyes raked over my face. She looked incredible in her just fucked state. “Damn, that was worth the—” I silenced her by placing my fingertips to her lips before I realized my hand had moved.
“Shh,” I said. I needed time to bask in the glory of my release, not talk about it. My eyes ticked over her face and I wondered why she was still single. We lay, our eyes transfixed as she stared straight back at me and my heart felt full. “Since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted to do that,” I admitted when I finally spoke.
Tricia’s gaze dropped to my chest for a second to two before she rolled away from me onto her back. At first, I thought she was still lost for words. I traced my fingertips over her breast, down her abdomen, and my eye was suddenly drawn to a small scar a few inches to the right of her navel. I’d noted another on the left in the same place.
“What happened here?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
The words were barely out when her body stiffened, and she turned her head away.
“Nothing … piercings … I … it was a long time ago,” she replied, sounded flustered— embarrassed perhaps—and when I saw how uncomfortable my question had made her I let my question slide. I tried to take her into my arms to cuddle her, but realized quickly I’d made another mistake when her body stiffened and she placed her hand on my chest, stopping us from getting closer.
She rolled from her back to her side, facing away from me, which confused me since we’d spent an amazing couple of hours together right before that point. I frowned, quickly retracing the moments before her rejection in my mind. Then, I got it. My heart sank in disappointment because it quickly became clear she was done with me. I immediately hated my previous feeling, that what we’d just done was a one-night stand, had looked like being correct.
“Do you want me to go?” I asked, my heart thumping in anticipation as I willed her to tell me no, and for me to be wrong in my assessment.
“Yeah, that would be best. I’m exhausted,” she muttered, adjusting her body and stretching her long limbs more comfortably on her side of the bed. Reaching down she pulled the white cotton sheet, bunched down at her feet, up to her chin and held it tightly. My heart sank at how easily she brushed me off.
I’d had many one-night stands myself, but I had never been that abrupt or callous to any woman’s feelings. Sure, there were many who had wanted more, but I’d always let them down gently, even if I had been creative in avoiding awkward conversations in the immediately aftermath of sex.
I knew where I wasn’t wanted, and although I had wanted to argue, I didn’t. Instead, I rolled in the other direction and got up off the bed. My body was still fatigued and sticky with sweat as I angrily pulled on my boxers and pants, and shrugged myself back into what was left of my torn button-down shirt. Tucking my shirt into my pants, I stared at her. It was clear I had served my purpose but I resented being discarded as nothing to her.
For a few seconds I stood holding my head, mentally tracing back in my mind where I’d left my suit jacket. The key to my pool house was in it. Once I’d visualized it on the back of my seat in the ballroom, I knew there was no way I could have gone and retrieved it with my dishevelled appearance.
Texting Hammer, I explained I was locked out. I asked him to bring me my jacket as the key was in one of the pockets. Hammer immediately texted back and told me he’d meet me there.
When I glanced back toward the bed, Tricia had fallen asleep like she hadn’t a care in the world, obviously exhausted as she had said she was. Regret and disappointment filled me with anger, and I knew I had to get out of there before I let her know how I felt. There had been plenty of times in my life where I’d been used, but it was the first time I’d ever felt as low as I did after sharing a bed with her.
Humiliation cut through me and I closed my eyes as the knot already present in my stomach tightened. Forcing myself to take one last glance toward her had felt like a punch at my chest again. Slipping quietly from her room, I heard the door latch snick as I stared down the landing in disbelief and shook my head. The player has been played.
