We’d finally scratched the itch we’d been feeling. Pulling out of Nora’s pussy, I dragged lines of pearl colored cum across the flesh of her ass.
Stepping back, I watched as she managed to roll over.
“I have to admit, I needed that,” she covered her face again. “I should call a ride share, I have to meet with Brie in the morning.”
The Corsican stirred.
Did this motherfucker want to cuddle?
“No,” I told her already walking into the kitchen.
I pulled down some paper towels and dabbed some hot water on it. Padding back over, I gently wiped Nora down and she hissed, admitting that she was slightly sore.
“You’re spending the night,” I told her.
After disposing of the paper towel, I picked her up in my arms and she relaxed against me. In Alaska when I’d carried her to my bed that first time, I hadn’t joined her. This time would be different.
When she was settled in the bed, I pulled her in close. She still smelled sweet and the taste of her was still on my tongue.
“You really need a television in here,” she said after a while.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “It’s so quiet…I don’t even hear any traffic.”
“This loft is sound proofed…. it’s necessary for having a torture chamber in the closet.”
“What?”
I laughed it off.
Nora yawned and then snuggled into me. “I hope you’re kidding.”
Saying nothing further, I kissed the top of her head before heading off into my own slumber. The Corsican had been satisfied beyond belief. He even seemed to be asleep. It had been a long time since I had felt likeHewasn’t stirring around in my brain.
Nora had given me a bit peace.
I like it.
Maybe I wanted more of it.
ChapterFourteen
Nora
Morning light had crept into the room. Giving a slight yawn, I stretched and then I remembered where in the hell I was. My pussy felt sore and used.
Groaning, I felt as if I were being watched.
Slowly, I turned and surveyed the bed but didn’t find a body.
Find your shit, and creep out of here,I thought.
Sitting up, I pulled the sheet around my body. My clothes were all in the living room from what I remembered.
You are never to drink again girl,I chided myself.
Easing off the bed, my feet hit the cool wooden floor and I paused as one of the floor boards squeaked. When nothing happened and no one said anything I got going. That was when I found the note at the end of Mason’s bed. His penman ship was neat and precise, almost delicate.