Page 47 of From That Moment

Odd.

He fucked my mouth, lifting his hips off the couch as I dug my nails into his thighs and then removed one hand so I could grip his balls, playing with him, kneading him, trying to touch every bit of him.

And then I took a deep breath and was bent over the couch, his cock sliding in, hard and deep as he thrust into me, his dick warm and thick and stretching me. He had his hands in my hair, tugging again, and then they were on my hips, my breasts, pinching and plucking and sending me right over the edge.

And then I was on my back, the gravel digging into my skin, blood trickling from little cuts all over my body. Prior was above me, thrusting inside of me, and then he wasn’t there. Instead, there was someone else, someone in the shadows, their hands around my throat. I woke up with a scream, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

My hands were between my legs, and I grimaced, pulling them away, noticing how wet I was.

Great, I had gotten myself off in my dreams, thinking about Prior of all people, and had somehow ended it all with a twist that I did not want to think about.

I wasn’t afraid of Prior. Far from it. My brain wanted to mix things up to the point that I felt sick.

I still didn’t know who had hurt me, and I didn’t like that that was what I was thinking about right then.

It’d ruined a perfectly good sex dream.

A fantasy so real, my thighs ached from it.

I wanted to go back to it and remember what he’d felt like when he was inside of me.

Then I shook myself out of that thought and cursed.

“I do not want to fuck Prior Brady.”

If I said those words enough, maybe I would get it through my skull that fucking Prior would be a bad thing.

I let out a breath and then rolled out of bed, tugging my sheets off the mattress. I would wash them and get the smell of sex out of my room since I could practically taste Prior on my lips.

No, that would not be happening.

Just because I had a slight attraction to the man, didn’t mean I needed to fuck him. It would be too complicated.

I was going to find another date so I could get over him, even though I had told myself I wouldn’t go on another date.

Well, that was clearly going to be thrown out the window. The girls would have to find me someone. Someone who wasn’t Prior.

Because we worked together.

At least, for the time being. Though his time with my branch of the company was coming to an end. Soon, he would leave, and that obstacle would no longer be in the way.

There would be plenty of other obstacles, though.

Namely the fact that we didn’t always like each other. And even though he didn’t have a girlfriend now, he had only recently gotten out of a semi-serious relationship.

Not that he seemed too broken up about it.

It wasn’t my place to judge. I didn’t have a right to do that. For all I knew, he was breaking inside and simply putting on a brave face because he worried that I would feel bad or something.

After all, he kept watching me as if I would shatter at any minute.

I didn’t blame him. He’d seen me bleeding. Had saved my life.

I never wanted to be indebted to anyone, let alone the man I had sex dreams about.

No, I could not have another fantasy about him. I could not think about him in that way.

He was part of our core group, the new one that we’d somehow formed when Cross and Hazel got together.