Chapter 3
ROB
Stripping my clothes over my head, I stepped into the steaming shower, shivering as the freezing cold chilled me to the bone.
“What the fuck am I doing here?” I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed as I tried to remember anything from the previous day. Or two. Hell, I had no idea how long I’d been out here.
I nearly vomited when strawberry milkshake slid over my face from where it had been coated in my hair. Thankfully, my hair was short, which was unfortunate in the cold weather, but great while I tried to scrub the frozen drink from it.
The door swung open and I grabbed the shower curtain, making sure I was covered as I peeked out into the bathroom. The woman stood there with a sexy grin on her face and a towel in her hand, along with a pile of clothes.
“Shy?”
“What are you doing in here?”
“I’m bringing you some things so you don’t have to walk around my house naked. Though it seems silly when we apparently spent the night together.”
She was right. It was ridiculous, but I hadn’t actually seen her naked in that way, so it was a bit like showing up at a nudist show in the buff and pretending everything was totally normal.
“Thanks.” Then I thought of something. “Where did you get those?”
“My brother stayed with me for a little bit last year. He left these behind.”
I nodded, not understanding the flare of jealousy I felt deep in my gut when I thought they were from a boyfriend or booty call. Why the hell would I be jealous? I didn’t even know this woman. Why would I care if she was with another man?
Shaking my head, I yanked the curtain closed, but thought of something at the last minute. “Kelly!”
The curtain flew too far as I yanked on it a third time, only to find the woman staring at me. Was that anger I saw on her face, laced with jealousy?
“Kelly? Who’s that? Your wife?” she glared at me.
“No…” Shit, I had her name wrong? That wasn’t good. “Uh…”
“You thought my name was Kelly,” she huffed. “Unbelievable!”
“Why is that unbelievable? I don’t even know you.”
“No, but I told you my name. Is it really that difficult to remember?”
Apparently, it was. “Of course not. It was just a slip of the tongue.”
Her eyebrow shot up as she crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at me. “Okay, then what’s my name?”
Reminder to self: Don’t stick your foot in your mouth.
“Fine, I don’t remember your name, but I’m in another state with no clothes, no phone, and no memory. Sorry if your name is the last thing I’m concerned about.”
She seemed to consider this for a moment before relenting. “Fair enough. What did you need?”
“The date.”
Sighing, she pulled out her phone and clicked on the screen. “The seventh.”
“The seventh,” I frowned. Shit, I was supposed to be in California in two days for a trial. “I need to get out of here.”
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and slammed off the water, ripping open the curtain all the way as the woman stood there gaping at me. Stepping out, I snatched the towel out of her hands and wrapped it around my waist.
“Underwear?”
“Huh?”
Her eyes were glued to the droplets of water sliding down my chest. I would have found a reason to care if it weren’t for the fact that I had to get the hell out of here.
I plucked the clothes from her hands and walked past her to her bedroom, searching for a clear surface to set my stuff. God, she had crap everywhere. How did this woman live like this?
“Any luck finding my phone?” I called over my shoulder.
“I haven’t exactly looked.”
“Can you?” Turning, I dropped the towel to the floor and started to pull on the boxers, only to find her eyes glued to me in curiosity.
And that made getting dressed extremely difficult. My cock didn’t know the difference between a stranger and a girlfriend staring at my dick, and the way she was looking at me suggested she was all for revisiting the way we woke up this morning.
“Uh…” She turned away, grabbing clothes off the floor and piling them in her arms. “I didn’t get a chance to look. What kind is it?”
“Um…” I pressed my hand down on my growing dick, trying to form words instead of thinking of the heat in those beautiful brown eyes as she stared at me. Phone. She was asking about my phone. The thing I carried with me at all times to check in with work.
“Well?” she asked, her eyes drifting to my body again as she tried and failed to continue cleaning up.
My cock hardened painfully, and instead of staunching the blood flow to my cock, I ended up gripping the damn thing, stroking it as I watched her eyes skim down my body.
“Well, what?”
“What?”
I sucked in a ragged breath as she bit on her lower lip, sucking it into her mouth as she inspected my every move. I didn’t even realize I was still gripping my cock, still stroking the full length as I watched her. Not until she took a step closer.
That was all it took.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, striding forward and tugging her against my body. My lips found hers instantly, and her fingers slipped down to my cock, wrapping tightly around it.
Groaning, I tore the shirt from her body and tossed it aside, my lips finding hers quickly, desperate for another taste. Something familiar washed over me, but it wasn’t until my hand slid over her nipple, cupping her breast, that a flash of her writhing in ecstasy flashed in my mind.
As much as I wanted to explore that particular memory, I was more interested in reliving it right the fuck now. Spinning her around, I tossed her on the bed and climbed over her, ripping her pants from her body in a desperate need to get to what I most desired.
Her thighs parted for me instantly, begging for me to take her. And those eyes…liquid pools of chocolate melting as I dipped my head between her legs and took my first taste of what was waiting for me.
It was fucking heaven.
Groaning, I got lost in every swipe of my tongue against her pussy, devouring that sweet cream as she writhed under my body as I held her down. Fingers dug into my scalp, scratching as she grabbed at every strand of hair long enough for her to grip.
And it made me fucking hard.
“Fuck, Calista,” I moaned, crawling up her body.
“Krista,” she panted, tugging my mouth back to hers.
My tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers as my cock prodded her entrance. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer. In one smooth stroke, I was inside her, panting hard as her body squeezed my cock in the most pleasurable way.
Explosions went off, fireworks sparked behind my eyes, and shudders raced down my spine as I struggled to hold my shit together. But before I could gather my wits, she rolled me over and sank down on my cock again, tossing her head back as she cried out.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, running my tongue along the column of her neck, lapping up the salt from her skin.
My body convulsed as she rode me harder, her pussy strangling my cock with every sway of her hips. With those beautiful tits in my face, I couldn’t hold back. My mouth latched onto her nipples and sucked hard, eliciting the most decadent moans from this woman’s mouth.
I lost all sense of reason as I bolted from the bed, shoving her against the wall as my cock pounded into her.
Sparks zipped down my spine as my balls filled to the brim, exploded, and filled her up with everything in me.
And still, even when I was depleted, my cock wouldn’t go down.
I was still hard, still panting and desperate for another taste, to feel her body writhing under mine.
I needed to see that wasted look in her eyes as I took every last ounce of her pleasure and made it burst into flames.
Panting, I pressed a kiss to her lips, then slowly lowered her to the floor, holding tight as she wobbled on uneasy legs. My cock slid from her body, immediately missing the warmth of her pussy.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” she nodded, her breathing still erratic as she shoved her brown locks out of her face, her eyes avoiding mine.
Fuck, I still wanted her, but I had to get to California. “I need to find my stuff. I have to get going.”
“Oh, sure,” she nodded again. “I’ll uh…help you.”
Scooting past me, her ass swayed temptingly as she bent over and snatched a t-shirt off the ground, tugging it over her head. Shaking my head, I started grabbing my own things, doing my best to forget about the best sex of my life. I had other things to do.
Like figure out what the fuck I was doing out here to begin with.
I tugged on the underwear, ignoring the fact that it belonged to another dude, and finished getting dressed. Meanwhile, Kira was scrambling around the room, still looking for my shit.
“Any luck?”
“Um…I found your wallet,” she said, holding it up. Before I could snatch it, she opened it and stared at my driver’s license. Shaking her head, she handed it over.
“Thanks.”
Tucking it into my pocket, I helped her look around the room, but my phone was nowhere to be found.
“Maybe you didn’t have it on you?” she said, getting to her feet.
“No. I never go anywhere without my phone.”
Not that it mattered. I could easily get into a city and grab another phone. It wouldn’t be the same quality as what I currently had, but it would get me through until I got home.
“Well…I should get going,” I said, rocking back on my heels.
This was awkward. We were having that morning-after moment, but much later than if we had just slept together. Because we did sleep together, but much later in the morning. Or maybe we had slept together last night, but I didn’t remember it.
Fuck, I was so confused.
“Right, well…if I find your phone, who should I contact?”
“Oh, shit. Let me get you a number. Do you have a pen and paper?”
“Yeah.”
She headed out of her room and down the long hallway to the messy living room. While she went to the kitchen, I took in the rest of the house, amazed that she lived here all alone. It was fucking gorgeous, but she was a slob.
“Here.”
“Thanks.”
I quickly scribbled down Cap’s number, then my own, belatedly realizing that I could just call the number.
Sighing, I handed it over. “I don’t suppose I could borrow your phone to call mine.”
Huffing out a laugh, she grabbed her phone and handed it over. “We probably should have thought of that first.”
“Well, it’s been a rough night.”
“It’s daytime.”
“Whatever.”
I dialed and waited as it rang, but no one answered, and I didn’t hear it ringing in the house.
“Well, either it’s dead or somewhere in the Aether.”
“The what?”
“It’s an ancient Greek concept of—”
At her teasing look, I shut my mouth. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Something like that. Anyway…” Crossing her arms over her chest, she shifted uncomfortably, giving me my cue to leave.
“Right. Well, it was nice to meet you, Carla.”
“Krista.”
Shit. I was the worst one-night stand ever. “Right.”
I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The sex was amazing, but if I shoved my foot in my mouth one more time…well, it didn’t really matter because I would never see her again.
And that thought was slightly depressing.