Satisfaction (Taking Chances Series Book 2) by Jeanne McDonald

Author:Jeanne McDonald [McDonald, Jeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Enchanted Publications
Published: 2017-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

As I marched downstairs, I was stunned by the realization that I didn’t feel a pit in my stomach as I’d expected. I’d held my own. I left her standing there when I could have thrown myself at this woman and begged her to remember me.

In my mind, I thought if I found her again, I would demand her name and then request a date. It struck me hard in the chest that I’d done neither of those things. Anger drove me, but not rash anger that leaves you feeling sick. This was the kind of anger that provided clarity. Thinking about it, our first encounter all those months back was meant to be nothing more than a one night stand. Not my first choice of situations, obviously, but it was what it was. Seeing her, using her, and then walking away from her tonight, made me realize that my obsession was with the lack of knowledge I had for this woman. Yes. That’s what it was. Nothing more.

My hand trailed along the bannister, the knotted wood cool against my fingers. A sense of pride flooded my hypersensitive body. This woman who’d consumed my thoughts for months, who tickled the recesses of my mind even when I didn’t realize it, was no longer in my bloodstream. I’d broken my curse. Like an earworm that disappears after listening to the vexing song, my bombshell, or Cedar as I now knew her, was gone.

So basically, all it took was me getting another great blow job and to walk away from the one who enchanted me. Hmm. Who would’ve anticipated that to be the trick? I wondered if that’s all it ever took to get over someone. If only I had a way to explore my theory further. Not that I wanted to go through that again just to test a theory.

With my shoulders back, my chest puffed with pride, and oddly enough, my cock at half-mast, I bounded off the bottom step and meandered toward the bar in the great hall. At the bar, I dropped into a seat, spreading my legs a little to show off the hard-on that was steadily growing with the sudden bout of confidence I’d found in myself. It wasn’t Flex Grayson who’d walked away. No, it was me, Brix Johnson, the man with a big cock and a “ready for the world” attitude. Screw Flex Grayson, he was nothing in comparison to what I’d just accomplished.

All around me, tiny clusters of people huddled together, laughing, chatting, and enjoying themselves. I glanced around, watching the wild and excited groups conversing. Not that I was eavesdropping, Nanna would’ve disapproved, but I did rather enjoy listening to them retell their sexual exploits. I relished in the idea that none of them could add to their list that they’d just walked away from the best sex of their lives and would never look back.

I propped my elbows on the bar and watched as a pretty, petite bartender with seductive curves made her rounds down the line.

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