Page 90 of Stand and Defend

“It feels so weird,” she murmurs. “I feel so...”

“Empty?”

“Yeah.”

I stand and hold out my hand for her to take. She stands on wobbly legs.

“You look like a baby giraffe.” I scoff. She’s quite cute after she’s been thoroughly fucked.

“You try getting taken in two places at the same time and tell me you wouldn’t walk like this.”

Laughing, I stride past her into my en suite bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the room fill with steam. I open the medicine cabinet, grab a painkiller, then pass it to her with a glass of water.

“Drink the whole thing.”

I stand back and watch, her throat bobbing as she finishes it and hands me back an empty glass.

“Good girl.” I smirk, and she smacks my arm.

I sit on the bench in the walk-in shower and motion for her to take a seat next to me. Goose bumps rise on her arms, and I slide my palms up and down her chilled flesh.

“You did really well. You’re strong as hell, you know that?”

The corner of her mouth tips up. “Really?”

“Yeah, you jumped in the deep end tonight. I loved having my cock in you while you took that toy up your ass... though, not gonna lie, I was a little jealous.”

“Is there a reason you didn’t want to fuck my ass?”

“It was your first time, my piercings would have torn you up.”

“Can we still try it sometime?”

She says all the right things.

I massage her shoulders and dig my thumbs into a knot in her back. “Of course.” I kiss her spine. “Anything you want.”

This is aftercare, that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t catch feelings—bullshit.

My thoughts turn on me.

I’ve been saying I’m not into her romantically for weeks, but even I don’t believe myself anymore. My actions say differently. I don’t know what I want with Jordan, but fuck it, I want something.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” I ask.

“Um,” she hesitates, her voice dimming. “No, I’ll go back to my bed.”

My hands freeze.Ouch.I didn’t expect it to go that way, and I didn’t expect it to sting so much. I’ve never invited a woman to spend the whole night with me, and if they do, it’s never in my bed. The first time I offer and I’m turned down.Maybe I’m really not her type.

“Works for me, birthday girl,” I answer flippantly. With my arm wrapped tightly around her, I secure Jordan to my chest and swallow down the lump in my throat.

Shit.

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“Ican’t believe you talked me into this. What if your parents think we’re in a relationship?”

He continues singing along with the radio.