3. Claire
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Facial hair tickles against my neck, making me giggle as Lover Boy nibbles and kisses against the skin there.
I’m sleep deprived, sore, and I think I’ll need a long soak in the tub to help my destroyed pussy, but it was worth it. So totally worth it.
He was my perfect match and more. Sexually speaking.
The things he made me feel, the insatiable ways he worshipped my body. It will take a long time to find anything that comes close to the level of dedication and pleasure he gifted me.
The sun is barely up, but we both know what this was. A deliciously sinful night of sex that we can both walk away from with a smile on our faces and a limp in our step. At least for me on that last one.
One-night stands and situationships are within my normal pattern of behaviour.
Sometimes I get their names, and sometimes I don’t.
I didn’t learn the name of my bedside companion last night; he scrambled my brain to the point I probably wouldn’t remember it even if he did, but this is the first time I’m kinda wishing I knew it. If only to have screamed it in commendation of his efforts.
I don’t usually give my hookups a long goodbye, but as I stand by the front door, lapping up the affection of this man, I can’t say I mind the extra minutes of soft attention he gives me. Surprisingly, it’s quite nice.
The spell is interrupted when I hear a door open at the end of the hall and see Lex’s optimistic face peek out of her bedroom.
“Morning, bestie.”
I can’t help the smile that erupts on my face as Lover Boy holds me tight in his arms, swaying us from foot to foot, still leaving a little trail of kisses up and down my neck.
I hold on to his wrists as they come up to rest on either side of my jaw, playing with the thick black beads on his bracelet.
“Ah, hey.” Lex looks around the hall before venturing further into the kitchen and lounge room.
Her shoulders seem to sink when she realises there’s no one else around apart from the three of us.
Her hottie in a suit from last night must have taken off during the early hours of the morning. I didn’t notice anyone around when I got home or at any point I was awake during the night, which was a lot, but Lex is less experienced with casual hookups.
As she wanders with defeat into the kitchen, I hear the coffee machine switch on.
I regretfully extract my arms from around my guy’s neck and push at his bulging chest.
God, he’s so good-looking.
“I gotta check on my friend, but I had a lot of fun last night,” I whisper with a smile so Lex can’t hear our exchange.
He returns the gesture with such a soft look on his face, it’s like hummingbirds are flying around my stomach.
He must have done a real number on my senses. It feels like bubbles fizzing in my stomach. I want to giggle like a schoolgirl. That’s a new and weird development. Must have been all that girth. It knocked something loose inside of me.
“Me too, Bombshell. I’m really glad I went out last night.”
His words give me an idea. “Yeah, The Wayside never disappoints. Maybe I’ll see you there again?” I offer, much like a bet. Match it or fold. Either way, I’m still gonna play the game.
He takes a moment to stare at me, and once again, I get lost in those pretty blue eyes.
I don’t know what it is about him that intrigues me. I normally let physical attraction lead the way in choosing a partner, but there’s something about this guy’s presence that draws me in.
It’s the confidence when he speaks. A pretty guy like him, I’d expect to be cockier, and not in a way I can appreciate.
This guy, though, looks soft on the outside, kind and sensitive until he opens his mouth and all that sexual fire oozes out.
It’s almost like he was playing more on an intellectual level that matches me rather than being driven by his carnal need to come in a hot and willing body. I don’t need guys thinking they’re getting anything more than that kind of connection, though.
As the product of an affair, I never held much weight to relationships or the sincerity of a man’s words. But this guy, something about the way he’s hard and soft, gives me a sense of comfort I’m not prepared for.
“I hope I see you there again,” he says, confident and daring almost.
I have so much going on over the next few weeks with my salon, I don’t know if I want to work in a benefits situation, especially when I get the vibe from this guy that he doesn’t stay casual for long. But I can’t deny I wouldn’t mind another round with him.
I nod anyway, standing up on my tiptoes, pulling his lips down to mine and sealing our unspoken promise with a kiss.
The way his arms band around me tighter makes me whimper, but the sounds of Lex banging and clanging away in the kitchen pull me out of the spell.
I step back and turn the doorknob behind him, ushering him out with a smile.
He winks as he walks backward down the pebbled drive of our little beach cottage. The salty air coursing over from the ocean behind our house makes his blond hair ruffle. I already made a mess of it from running my fingers through it all night, and the wind dances within that fun like a gentle reminder.
I don’t think I’ve been with a blond guy before. Give me tall, dark and rugged any day. But this lover boy, with his blond hair, blue eyes and quiet sexual power, he’s onto something. Maybe I need to look for more blonds.
I feel a mental slap across the back of my head. Don’t be stupid, Claire. Last night was all because of that guy. There was something about him.
I shake my head, laughing to myself as I close the front door and join Lex in the kitchen.
“Good night?” she asks as I prop myself up on one of the kitchen stools.
“It certainly was.” I grin. “But that’s not unusual for me. Let’s talk about your night.” I can see the sparkle leave her eyes at my question.
“He didn’t stay.”
My eyes widen at the confession. “You didn’t sleep together?”
“No, we did,” she says with a sigh.
She grabs a glass tumbler from the overhead cupboards and fills it with ice and oat milk.
The coffee machine shrieks and sputters. Lex takes one finished mug and pours it into her iced concoction, then centres my mug back under the filter for a second shot.
“He came back. We did things, but he must have left when I was sleeping.”
She pops a metal straw into her cup and gives it a stir before reaching back for my finished brew. Double shot espresso, come to mama.
“Honey, that’s okay. Just because you sleep together doesn’t mean he’s sleeping over. Most guys will hightail it before they’ve even finished buttoning back up.” I try to reassure her.
“And when they’re like your gentleman caller?” she probes, arching an eyebrow. “In dire need of reinforcements to extract himself from your neck long enough he can actually get a foot out the door?”
Her words are light, curious, but I can sense a touch of envy.
My cheeks fill with warmth at the reminder of what my night entailed, and I hum in response.
“He was a rare exception.” I take a sip of my coffee, desperately needing the injection of life, and hiss when it scalds my tongue. “That Viking beast was made of all my dreams. I had to take full advantage of the goods while they were on offer.” I shimmy my shoulders and give myself a mental high five.
It really wasn’t that hard to convince him to stick around for more. He could barely keep his hands off me, let alone his lips, tongue, and teeth.
“Will you see him again?”
“I said I might see him around at The Wayside.” I shrug. “That way he knows where to find me if he wants another round, but I haven’t outright committed to anything more than another good roll in the sheets.” The way we left things, though, felt entirely different. “You could always see your beau again if you came back with me,” I say, trying to perk her up.
“What do you mean?”
“His brother’s the owner.”
Her face pales, eyes flaring wide. “How do you know that?”
“I noticed you three chatting at the bar. They seemed familiar with each other, so I asked him if your dude was kosher, and he told me it was his brother and that you would be looked after.” I lean my elbows on the bench, perching my chin in my clasped hands. “You’ve yet to confirm those details, by the way.”
Finally, a genuine smile graces her face as she describes every moment of her night spent with what seems like a very dedicated man.
It’s good she found someone to relax with, even if it was just for one night. But with every excited word, I’m left thinking about the man who spent the night in my bed. One night was not enough.
He was insatiable, and I was all too eager to serve him my moans of agreement. He was utterly addicting. And that seems to be a dangerous trait for the Pryor women.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Re: Parlour Tricks Beauty - Wall Framing
Dear Mr Connors,
Thank you for enlightening me on the state of my salon. I will ensure I have the appropriate safety wear when I visit.
Sincerely,
Claire Pryor
OWNER, Parlour Tricks Beauty