164. Courtney
Chapter 164
Courtney
Sterling chuckles against my back, and I finally unclamp my teeth from his shirt.
Gulping in air, I shake my head. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“I can’t believe you came so hard.” He lifts his head enough to scrape his teeth against my neck. “You dirty girl.”
The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, causing my muscles to spasm around his length.
Sterling hisses, and I can feel him shifting as he stands straighter. “Sorry, Honey, but there’s nothing in here sanitary enough to clean you up.”
“Huh?” My brain is still fuzzy because he’s fucking right. That orgasm was… intense.
Instead of clarifying, Sterling pulls out, then pulls my underwear up into place.
Oh. Right. Clean up.
I grimace and clench my core muscles.
But then the back of my underwear is pulled away from my body, and Sterling’s wet dick is sliding down between my cheeks, just once, before he pulls away again.
Did he just try to clean his cock off ?
There’s a growl, then a palm smacks down against my ass.
I jolt, and I can feel the mess he made start to seep out of me.
“Sterling,” I snap while still trying to be quiet.
He just chuckles again and pulls my pants up.
When he tries to do the button for me, I slap his hands away.
“Secure your own pants before someone shows up,” I tell him as I do my own before turning around to face him.
His eyes are hooded, and even though I can still sense his humor, he looks as thoroughly fucked as I feel.
“You go first.” He dips his head and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I’ll wait a few and then leave.”
I nod, agreeing because I need to get to my bathroom ASAP to clean up.
I take one step before Sterling stops me. “But Cookie, leave those panties on the floor for me.”
“Want some help?” Fisher calls out to me from down the path.
I pause, arms full of bedding as I leave one of the guest cabins. “I’m good, but thanks.”
“If you’re sure.” He lifts a hand. “See you at the fire.”
“I’ll be there.” I nod, then turn away from him toward my cabin.
Thankfully, the sun is setting, so Fisher wouldn’t have been able to see the blush on my cheeks.
I still can’t believe I had sex in the fucking Storage Shed.
And I can’t believe Sterling was getting me off while Fisher was on the other side of the shelves.
I shake my head.
That should not have been so hot.
My back is starting to ache from lugging laundry around, and I’m excited to be nearly done.
But voices I don’t recognize have my steps slowing.
All the guests left earlier, after lunch .
A lunch where I spent the entire time looking at my plate, not making eye contact with anyone. Certain if I did, they’d know what had happened between Sterling and me in the shed.
It was uncomfortable, and I’d rather not think about it, but the point is, there shouldn’t be any unknown voices here.
When I reach the driveway, I see them.
Parked in front of Sterling’s house is a pair of pickups. And next to the trucks are three men I don’t recognize, plus Sterling.
They’re talking. Casual stances.
One of the guys is holding a Crock-Pot, another has a case of beer in each hand.
Friends .
They look like a group of friends.
And I can’t help but wonder why Sterling didn’t tell me he was having people over.
I mean, we were a little busy when we were together earlier.
But he didn’t mention it at lunch either. Or at least not that I heard.
And if his friends brought food, I doubt Sterling is coming to the bonfire tonight.
A tiny voice in the back of my head wonders if he’ll invite me to join him and his friends inside.
Still walking, my movement must catch Sterling’s attention because his eyes lift to meet mine.
The shift in his gaze does not go unnoticed. And all heads turn to face me.
Me. With my arms full of dirty sheets and my hairline frizzy with sweat.
Looking my best.
The only guy not holding something lifts his hands. “Hi, there.”
I smile at him, hoping it doesn’t look as strained as it feels. “Hello.”
This is not how I wanted to be introduced to Sterling’s friends.
The other two nod in my direction, one of them grinning. “And who might you be?”
“Oh, um.” I glance at Sterling.
“This is Court.” Sterling uses my work name. To his friends. “She’s the new maintenance person. ”
The new maintenance person.
I roll my lips together.
Something hot wraps around my heart.
“Oh, right.” One of the guys smiles. “The new Marty.”
I swallow down the tightness.
The new Marty.
No one special.
“That’s me.” I feel like I choke on the words. “Nice to meet you guys.”
They all repeat the sentiment back to me.
My arms are straining, but I lift my bundle of laundry an inch. “Better get back at it.”
“That’s enough for tonight, Court,” my boss tells me.
I glance at him and nod.
The tiny voice in my head that was hoping for an invitation cowers away into the back corner of my mind.
I’m not getting an invite.
I’m getting a dismissal.
It shouldn’t hurt.
And I shouldn’t have expected anything different.
Sterling doesn’t invite me into his home when it’s just the two of us.
Why would he start now?
“Have a nice night.” I force my voice to sound bright.
I’m a handful of yards away, cutting across the driveway, so hopefully no one notices the heat in my cheeks.
Or the shine in my eyes.
I tighten my grip on the laundry and quicken my pace.
Getting away from Sterling and his friends as fast as I can.