Joshua Healy (Mitchell Healy Book 10) (7 page)

Chapter 8

Tamsyn

 

I never expected to hear from Josh this soon. Now I’m scatterbrained as I try to primp before he arrives. I jump in the shower and wash every crevice, before applying makeup and dressing in a matching pajama short set.

Unlike the previous evening, I’m semi-sober, and a lot less distraught. I’ve always thought I was a good judge of character up until yesterday. I have no idea why this man wants to spend time with me, but since I can’t get a lick of sleep, I’m up for the company, even when I know it’s a terrible idea.

The hotel I’ve checked into has a keycard entrance. Josh shoots me a text when he arrives and I hurry down to get him. The moment our eyes meet I know something is bothering him. He manages a smile, but it’s forced, not like his normal amusing grimace. We stand face to face for a second, awkwardly wondering how to greet each other. He finally opens his arms and welcomes me with a hug. I hear him smelling my hair like he did the night before, obviously looking for something familiar, so I ask right away. “Are you okay, Josh?”

“I should be asking you the same thing. You’re the one hiding out in a hotel.”

I shrug. “It’s better than home.” I pull him into the elevator, and as the doors close we part ways and stare at each other from afar. He’s leaning on one side, while I rest my head against the other. I yawn, which causes him to smile. “Have you slept at all?”

I shake my head. “Not really.”

“You slept last night,” he reminds me.

“We … The elevator doors open to my floor, so I drop the subject. “This is us.”

He follows me to the room, and as we walk I know exactly what will happen if I let him inside. This isn’t me. I don’t do this type of thing, but in this instance I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

It’s strange, wanting the company of this man, and knowing he brings me comfort. We step inside the room, the door closing behind me. I lean on it and wait for him to take in the surroundings. He turns to face me and draws one hand up to stroke the side of my face. “You put makeup on when you knew I was coming, didn’t you?”

I shrug. “Habit.”

He sighs heavily. “My day went to shit the moment I dropped you off.”

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. He’s got me flustered already. “What happened?”

Josh shakes his head. “It’s not important.” He brings both hands up into my hair and brings his lips to mine. He’s slow, his tongue stroking mine once before pulling away. “You should get some sleep.”

“What makes you think I can?”

He pulls me toward the bed. “I’ve seen it happen.” He kicks off his boots and lifts his shirt over his head. I honestly don’t know what to expect. Is he stripping because he thinks we’re going to screw again? Is this how he lives his life. “Hang on. I’m not…”

“Do you want me to sleep in my jeans?”

“So you don’t want…Never mind. I thought…”

“You thought I came for a booty call? It crossed my mind. It would probably help take the edge off my day.” He shakes his head. “I just want some company, Tamsyn.”

I nod quickly, still unsure of his intentions. “Okay.”

He finishes undressing until he’s in a pair of boxer briefs, then slips under the covers on one side of the bed. I keep my shirt and cotton shorts on and join him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He pulls me against his strong, warm body and holds me in a comforting hug. I bring my hands around his back and we lay there saying nothing.

After a while his gruff voice speaks as softly as he’s able. “Love sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I keep my eyes closed as I say it. “It hurts.”

“It makes you wonder why people give it another go.”

“Crazy.” I’m beginning to feel so relaxed that I’m falling victim to my exhaustion. I can feel him playing with the ends of my still damp hair. Something is on his mind, but I don’t want to ask. “I’m glad I met you, Josh. I don’t know what I would have done last night without you around to pick me up.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Suddenly I’m wide awake. I sit up with my elbows on his chest and peer into his open eyes. “What are we doing? If this is just sex for you…”

He kisses me before I can finish, and in those seconds I’m lost again. His hands dig into my hair as he holds me close. Next thing I know my shirt is being lifted over my head. He sits up so I’m straddling him and buries his face in my chest, pressing my breasts together so that he’s able to lick and suck them at the same time. I throw my head back and let him have his way with me, because I can’t deny how good it feels to be wanted. When he begins to work his way down my abdomen I suck in a heavy breath. I know where he’s headed, and it’s freaking me out.

My fingernails comb through his thick dark hair, while Josh gets comfortable between my legs. He kisses around my right inner thigh, blowing warm air over my exposed pussy. I can feel my body reacting, desperate for this man I hardly know to give me pleasure. I’ve spent the entire day wishing I could regret being with him, yet he’s giving me more reasons not to.

With the skill of his tongue, he flicks over my lower lips, drawing his saliva around while his gruff face tickles my most sensitive area. I’m going crazy and he hasn’t even gotten to the good part. A tiny cry escapes me when I feel his warm tool circle over my clit. My nipples tingle, my back arching as two fingers dive into my channel. Josh brings his head up to look  for my reaction. He snickers, those dimples full, before ducking down and getting to work.

He’s going at it, causing my toes to curl as I begin to experience my first orgasm. I’m crying out, one hand digging into his hair while the other clings to the sheets beneath us. My body trembles as he kisses his way up, removing his fingers, but still petting the tender area. His mouth courses over mine as his sex-drunk eyes try to read my expression. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I bite down on my lip and come to the realization that there’s no way I can ask him to stop. I want him, every single bit of what he has to offer. He’s a distraction from my terrible life, and like it or not, I need him.

“Then why don’t you get back down there and do it again.”

He snarls. “My pleasure.” He starts, only to stop and say one more thing. “Don’t fall asleep on me. The best is yet to come, beautiful,” he whispers while dragging his lips over my wet pussy until I crumble again.

The next time Josh’s body slips up, he’s shoving his boxers off his legs. I place both hands on either side of his face and pull him into a kiss, while he focuses on being inside of me. He’s slow, steady watching me as he fills my tight walls. I hold my breath until he’s as far as it can go, then exhale before his lips crash over mine again.

Josh is a great kisser. His tongue is always soft and slow. After a few minutes he flips us around so that I’m able to ride him. I sit up straight and catch him taking me in. My long blonde hair falls down covering my breasts, so he shoves it off each shoulder for a better view. I bring his hands up so they’re cupping my nipples as I begin rocking back and forth. I start with a good rhythm, but immediately begin to feel another orgasm hitting me, so I go with it. He’s helping me go faster by grabbing onto my hips. I’m grinding against him, skin on skin, feeling my own release trickling down as we go at it. My cries are matched by his own moans. Sweat begins to form over my skin, as well as his. I’m determined to keep at it, no matter if my thighs ache and I’m panting for a break. Josh cups my ass cheeks. I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin, and can tell from the look on his face that he’s about to explode. In that instant I’m caught off guard by another bout of my own ecstasy. I’m whimpering against his chest when he kisses me on top of my head. “You okay?” His fingers tickle my back when he continues. “With this, I mean?”

I close my eyes, refusing to come down from the high to consider this could be a terrible idea. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good. Get some sleep, beautiful.”

“What about you?” I manage to ask.

“You helped.”

It’s nice to feel like I’ve done something right for a change, especially when I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what I did to warrant my boyfriend to cheat on me.

 

A rumbling snore awakens me. My cheek is stuck to his chest as I attempt to sit up. Suddenly realizing where I am, and who I’m lying on top of, I smile. It only takes me a few seconds to realize he’s still inside of me, semi-erect. The thought of it sends quakes to the inner walls of my channel, causing me to slowly start moving again. I brush my lips over his, feeling him stir as I do it. His eyes flicker open, a smile forming across his handsome face. “Well hello to you too.”

I keep moving, sitting up with my back sort of arched to give him a better angle to watch. He puts one arm behind his back and lets me do all the work this time. I sway my hips around, dually pleasuring us both simultaneously. He’s groaning and focused, but stops me abruptly. “Flip over.”

“Huh?” I wonder if I’m boring him.

“My turn.” He slaps on my ass and helps me get into the new position, with my butt in the air and my face against the mattress. He wastes no time entering me while he teases my rear entrance with his thumb. I’m crying out against the white sheets when I feel the pressure of it penetrating my hole. My pussy quakes as waves of delightful bliss rip through my core, continuously while he pumps into me again and again.

A little later we’re famished. I have no idea of the time, and I don’t care. That’s how being with Josh is. If I could live like this every day there would be no need for coping with the loss of my previous relationship, yet I know this isn’t the answer. It’s a temporary solution, and just like every good thing in the world, it won’t last.

Josh and I adjust in the bed.

He suggests we order a pizza. He even goes down to the lobby to meet the delivery man and pay for it. While he’s gone, I hurry into the bathroom and quickly shower, cleaning every orifice the best I’m able to. When he returns, he sees what I’ve done and shakes his head. “I would have been up for a shower if you’d only asked.”

“Sorry. I wanted to freshen up, in case you wanted to, well you know.”

He tosses the pizza box on the bed and takes my hand. “I think you’re starting to like me, Tamsyn. It’s a terrible idea.” When he says it he looks away, as if he can’t stand to see the look of disappointment in my eyes.

I challenge him. “What are you afraid of, Josh? Does it bother you that you came to me this time?”

“It’s not that. You’re the type of woman who expects more than I’m capable of giving.”

“I’m not looking for a relationship. You’re the one who wanted to see me again.”

“True.” He finally looks at me again, those green eyes making me wish I wasn’t standing in a towel wondering if this is the end of our encounter.

“I played hard to get because the idea of wanting another man terrified me. I wasn’t looking for whatever this is, but I also never thought I’d sleep with someone I barely knew. You’re here. You came to me. I obviously have something you want. Maybe I’m selfish for using you to deal with what I’m going through. Maybe you’re using me to fill some sexual void. I don’t care.” I feel empowered, as if this epiphany has provided me with the power to overcome any obstacle standing in my way of happiness.

Josh sighs. He pulls me closer and leans forward to kiss my awaiting lips. “I don’t have a sexual void.”

My brow raises. “Oh really? Do you have an entourage of women at your beck and call?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

This surprises me. “Are you lying to me?”

He repeats the same process, his head moving from side to side, with the same response. “No.”

I swallow a lump in my throat and ask what’s on my mind. “When is the last time you were intimate with another woman?”

“Months.” He snickers. “You done?”

“Are you clean? We’ve obviously been having unprotected sex. It’s partly my fault, because I let it happen. I just don’t want to wake up with herpes or worse.”

“You have nothing to worry about. I’m usually pretty careful.”

“Why me then?”

Josh shrugs. “I didn’t expect it to happen last night. You were a fucking mess. I got carried away.”

“And now?”

He brushes my hair behind my ear on one side. “I’m selfish for coming here. I know that.”

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