Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (25 page)

He pulls out a little, and then pushes back in. With every small thrust, I feel it sliding in easier. Thank God for lube. After what seems like ten minutes, it doesn’t hurt as bad. It’s not the most comfortable feeling, but I’m not dying. As long as he keeps his thrusts slow and gentle, I’ll be fine.

“You okay?” he asks, his face right next to mine.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

Moving onto his knees again, he makes small and deliberate movements. His fingers go to my pussy and I feel him in both places now. The pressure is intense, but it’s starting to feel good. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol in my system or what, but I decide I want to be on top. I feel like I have more control that way. He flips us over carefully without ever pulling out. I’m afraid if he did take it out completely, I wouldn’t want to have him put it back in.

I move up and down, allowing his dick to stretch me open. With my hands on his stomach, I grind down on him.

“Oh fuck,” he growls. “Your ass feels so good, baby. It’s so fucking tight.”

I groan in response. His fingers find my clit as I continue to move up and down. With pressure building once again, I quicken my movements, grinding on him a little faster. Grinding is better than lifting myself up and down on him, I’ve found out. His fingers work diligently to help me along.

“Oh, oh, oh. Fuck, Jace! I’m about to…I’m about to come,” I yell as the waves roll over me

“Let me feel it, baby. Come for me.”

With another throaty scream, one that’s for sure going to have my throat hurting later, I come. I come by him fucking me in the ass, and it was amazing.

After the few minutes it takes for me to catch my breath, and allow him to pull out, I flop over onto my back. He changes out condoms, and then drives into my pussy hard and fast. His dick feels extra hard, and I know it won’t be long before he reaches his climax. Five minutes later, it’s his turn to yell out as he comes.

Best. Sex. Ever.

When I wake up I feel an arm wrapped around my waist. I turn slightly and see Adrienne curled up behind me. A smile plays on my lips as I look at her. Last night after I went to the bathroom to clean up, she had fallen asleep in the bed. When I returned to the bedroom, I crawled into the bed next to her and fell asleep, too.

This is the first time a woman has ever stayed the night at my house. I’ve never invited or even wanted a woman to stay over. She fell asleep and I didn’t think twice about it. Sometime in the middle of the night she must have woken up because she is now wearing the shirt I was wearing last night.

I move as slowly and quietly as possible as to not wake her up, and make my way to the bathroom so I can pee and brush my teeth. When I get back to the bed, she begins stirring. I watch her as she stretches her arms above her head. Her eyes slowly pop open and she looks around, looking confused at first. Then she spots me.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

She gives me a shy smile. “I doubt I’m very gorgeous right now. Can I use your bathroom? Oh, and do you have an extra toothbrush I can use?”

“You’re always gorgeous to me, and of course you can. If you look in the cabinet in the middle, there should be some things you can use. I buy a few of everything at a time, so there’s toothbrushes and toothpaste there for you.”

“Thanks,” she says as she climbs out of bed and walks around the bed to the bathroom.

While she’s in there, I throw on some gray and black flannel pants and one of my sleeveless workout shirts. I walk to the kitchen and start making breakfast. Ten minutes later, Adrienne finds her way to the kitchen.

“You cook?” she asks, sounding shocked.

With a laugh, I respond. “Yeah. What? You think men can’t cook?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Well, I’ve never met one that did.”

“Now you have,” I say with a smile. “The eggs and bacon are done, and these pancakes will be finished soon. I have coffee brewing and orange juice in the fridge.”

With a smile, she hops onto a stool at the breakfast bar. “What don’t you do?”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s something. Actually, this is the first time I’ve cooked for somebody else. I always only cook for myself, so hopefully you like my cooking. If not, pretend you do,” I say with a wink.

“I always assumed single guys just ate out all the time. It’s good that you know how to cook.”

“If I ate out all the time, I probably wouldn’t be able to afford this house. I eat a lot.”

She laughs. “Yeah, well we don’t want you losing this place. It’s amazing.”

“Well, I’m sure I’ll sell it sometime and buy an actual house, with a yard and all that.”

She looks surprised by that response, but doesn’t say anything. I place all the food on the bar and we dig in.

“Thanks for breakfast. That was really sweet of you.”

“Sweet? Am I gonna need to prove my manliness to you?” I joke.

“I think you did that last night,” she answers with a sly smile.

“Well, I’m always down to prove it to you, if that’s what proves it.”

She only smiles and continues eating. I wish I could continue making her smile, but I know I’m about to make that smile go away. I’m just hoping it’s not for good. I keep telling myself that this is a good thing. I have to tell her the truth. She needs to know everything, and then we’ll be able to move forward. I know she’s somebody I want to try to be in a serious relationship with, but I know that can’t happen as long as I’m keeping something from her that’s been me for so long.

“Adrienne, remember last night when I said that…”

The phone interrupts me. “One sec.”

I jog over to my cell. “Hello?”

“Jace! What the fuck, man? I tried calling you a million times last night. Where the fuck you been?”

“Man, I’ve been minding my own business. Where the fuck you been? You’re the one who keeps disappearing,” I reply to Troy. I say that, knowing damn well he’s been sneaking off to go see Emilie, but not saying anything about it.

“Whatever,” he says, deflecting. “We got the opening next weekend and since Marc is finally back in town from his trip with that client, we all need to get together and have a pre-celebration since we’ll be busy and stressed as fuck opening night.”

“Alright, that sounds good to me. Where and when?”

“Tonight, but let me talk to Marc first and then I’ll tell you time and place.”

“Okay, cool. I’m bringing Adrienne if she’s free.”

“Oh. You think Emilie will come, then?”

“Maybe. Why?” I say through a grin.

“Just curious. Talk to you later, man.”

I laugh as I hang up and walk back to Adrienne.

“What’s so funny?” she asks.

“Troy. He still hasn’t told me about him and Emilie meeting up, but I can tell he’s feelin’ her. He asked if she would be coming tonight.”

“Tonight?” she asks with a furrowed brow.

“Oh yeah. You’re coming with me tonight,” I say with a smile.

“Oh I am? And where am I going with you?”

“I don’t know yet. Troy wants to celebrate the opening of the club, before the opening of the club, since he says we’ll be busy and stressed out.”

“You probably will be, but okay. I can’t stay out too late though. I do have work tomorrow.”

“That’s fine.”

We continue eating, and talk about topics that range from childhood memories to crazy, drunken, college memories, even to what we’re looking forward to in our lives. Adrienne and I laugh at each other’s funny stories, and sympathize with the sad ones. In this moment I can feel us growing closer. I’ve never had these moments. The moments when you get to know another person on a deeper level. Getting to know someone’s wants sexually is nothing compared to getting to know someone’s dreams of their future.

Even though I know it’s a cop out, I decide on telling Adrienne about the escort thing until after tonight. I tell myself that after we’re done celebrating and it’s time to take her home will be the time I tell her. I can’t keep dragging it out.

After a while, Adrienne slips her dress and heels back on, and we head down to my car so I can take her home.

“See you later,” I say as she steps out of the car.

“I can’t wait. Tonight should be fun. It’ll be my first time hanging out with you when you’re with your friends,” she says with an eyebrow lifted.

“You think I’m a different person with them?” I ask with a laugh.

“I know you are. We’re all different with our friends. I would never talk to you about some of the things I talk to Emilie about.”

“Oh, I know. Things like God-like creatures, right?” I ask with a smirk.

“Oh, shut up!” she says with red cheeks.

“It’s okay. I like it. I mean, I know I say I’m a king, but if I can be a God, why not?”

“You’re too much,” she says with a laugh.

She leans into me and I bend down to kiss her. “Yeah, but you like it.”

“I do.”

“I’ll give you a call later to let you know the details about tonight.”

“Okay.”

We kiss one more time before she walks away. I shut the passenger door and walk over to the driver’s side. On my drive back home, I consider all the different ways I can tell her the truth, and also consider all the ways she can react. Fuck. I don’t see this going good.

While I’m in the shower, I hear my phone ring several times. As soon as I get out, I grab it and see that both Jace and Emilie have called me. Only Jace left a voicemail, but that’s probably because Em left several text messages.

His voicemail lets me know where we’re going and that he’ll come pick me up at six-thirty. When I read Em’s messages, she’s basically saying Troy called her and asked if she was going out with me tonight. So she’s yelling at me about not inviting her. Deciding to call her, I press
send
as I walk back into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me.

“So you don’t invite your best friend to go out with you when hot guys are gonna be around?” she says as soon as she picks up the phone.

“Oh hey, Em. Nice to talk to you too. What? Oh, yeah, I spent the night at Jace’s house last night, and just got home and took a shower. He called while I was in the shower to let me know about tonight. So what’s goin’ on with you?” I say.

She’s quiet for a little while before responding.

“Ummm…okay, I apologize for being crazy. Now where were you and for how long? Did you say you spent the night?”

“Yes. I have to tell you about the whole day though! It was amazing, Em! A dream come true.”

I end up sitting on the edge of my bed, with only a towel on, and tell Em everything from the spa appointment, to the dinner under the stars, and of course the sex, but with limited details.

“Anyway, I was going to tell you about tonight, but I didn’t have any details about what was going on. So, are you coming or what?”

“Are you serious? Of course I’m coming!”

“Yay! Now tell me what’s going on with you and Troy.”

“Well, not much. He’s really nice, and very considerate. It’s weird because I kind of want to jump his bones, but he’s so…I don’t know. Hesitant.”

“I heard he had a hell of a last relationship. It probably has something to do with that.”

“Like he’s still broken hearted or in love?”

“I don’t think he still loves her. Maybe he’s afraid to get hurt again.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“Well, I’m still sitting here in a towel, and I need to start getting ready. Jace is gonna be here at six-thirty, and I have about five hours to eat, figure out what to do with my hair, do my face, find some clothes, and maybe take a nap.”

“Didn’t get much sleep at your sleepover, eh?” Em asks.

“No, not enough,” I laugh.

`When I hang up with Emilie, I flop back onto my bed and close my eyes. Sleep overcomes me in minutes.

I wake up in a panic. I didn’t set an alarm, and I’m just sure that I overslept. When I look over at the clock, I’m able to breathe a little. It’s only a little after three o’clock. I throw on an oversized t-shirt and go to the kitchen to warm up some leftover pasta.

After eating, I go to my closet to figure out what I’m going to wear. I can’t do my hair or makeup until I have clothes picked out. I have to be sure that my makeup will match my outfit. After pushing hanger after hanger to the side, I find a mini, sleeveless, black dress. It’s form fitting and shows off my curves. The back is sheer, so that determines my hairstyle. An up-do.