Trey by Madden A.M

Author:Madden, A.M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2020-05-03T16:00:00+00:00

Trey

For ten, maybe fifteen seconds, all my pent-up sexual frustrations waved a white flag and said, Fuck it. And the prick that I was surrendered to it by pressing my lips to hers before running the tip of my tongue over them to gain access. And to make things worse, my grip on her hips tightened as I pulled her body flush against mine… mainly to relieve the ache behind my zipper.

But once she opened her mouth, our tongues tangled in an erotic dance, and a soft moan traveled through her, cuing logic to smack the back of my head.

The way I yanked back you’d think her lips were coated in acid. But I didn’t stop there and actually retreated a few steps for good measure.

Shit… shit!

What the fuck?

She stared at me in shock, her hand robotically raising to cover her gaping mouth. “I’m sorry, Camilla. I shouldn’t have done that.” My admission caused lines to crease her forehead before she wordlessly shook her head.

Was she agreeing that I shouldn’t have? Or was she saying, Yes, I should’ve?

There was no way of knowing what ran through her mind, and not being the type to play games, I came right out and asked, “Did I fuck up?”

She continued to stare, prompting me to pace. “Look, I know this isn’t an excuse, but lately the slightest encouraging sign causes any common sense I hold to short circuit.” Stopping before her, I sighed and added, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Her expression contradicted her words while the tension between us hung heavier than the saltwater scent. “I’m exhausted. I’ll see you in the morning?”

I wanted to say, No, let’s talk this out. I wanted to be sure this didn’t make her retreat even further into her own head. Instead, I nodded silently and watched her walk back toward the house.

What the hell was wrong with me? Pulling a move like that with Camilla was no better than throwing gasoline on a fire. I felt like I was on trial, and anything I did could influence the jury’s ruling.

Fuck.

A few minutes later, I walked my sorry ass back to the house. Funny, we hadn’t gone far, but the sand stretching before me seemed endless. Upon hearing voices, a part of me hoped they talked her into hanging out instead of retreating to her room alone. But the closer I got to the deck, the more it was obvious Camilla wasn’t there. The guys were playing poker around one of the tables while the women sat drinking cocktails and chatting near the pool.

“Hey, everything okay?” Jack asked, halting the conversation.

“Yeah,” I said on a shrug. “She went to bed?”

Jack nodded before asking, “Want to play? Maybe you’ll change Hunter’s luck.”

“I’m down two hundred already,” he griped.

Needing the distraction, and always wanting to be a thorn in Amatto’s side, I plopped down on one of the empty chairs and said, “Deal me in.”

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