“What on earth possessed you to get this, Weiss?”
“What possessed me to do just about all of the stupid things I’ve done in my short life? A combination of my parents, a steep nose-dive in self-esteem and a lot of alcohol.”
“So your mother did something to piss you off?”
She shook her head. “No, that one was my dad. I was sixteen. We had a big fight. I wanted to leave the boarding school I was at because I hated it there and was having a hard time. He blew me off. I went out with some questionable friends, got drunk using a fake ID and woke up the next morning with the tat. It was basically a symbolic slap in the face to him. And he was hurt when he found out about me getting a tattoo—though he never saw it. I want to get it removed someday.”
“Until then, it’s damning evidence of your bout with cosplay stardom,” I said, laughing.
She turned to me with intensity in her eyes, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. “Speaking of damning evidence, I do believe you have a tattoo that proves you were once madly in love with someone.”
I swallowed hard and looked away. That same fresh hurt rose up and stabbed me in the chest. So weird that after all these years, you’d think you were over something—someone. But tonight…looking into her face again, seeing her so much older now. And a far cry from that smiling, carefree surfer girl I grew up with… The woman who basically shattered my trust in all women forever. Because if I couldn’t trust her, who the hell could I trust?
I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I didn’t want to talk about Cyndi. Not now…not ever. But I doubted April would let me off the hook, and she was starting to tread into uncomfortable territory. So I leaned forward and kissed her on the shoulder, smoothing my hand down her back. Although this was a classic distraction tactic, I really was ready to go again. I nibbled on her ear and she drew away from me to catch my gaze with those beautiful dark blue eyes. I took a breath and let it go with a sigh.
Her serious expression smoothed into a smile and then a laugh. “Hmm. You know, you really should be practicing that speech and getting a good night’s sleep.”
“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for the opportunity to address you this afternoon,” I began without hesitation, pushing her long hair away from her neck. That hair…that neck. Angling for taste, I dipped my head, opening my mouth and sucking her soft, fragrant skin into my mouth. She gasped and wavered against me.
Rolling so that I was on top of her, her curvy ass pressing into my groin, I reached under her to grope those full, firm breasts as I kissed my way down her back.
“And…?” she prompted with a breathy voice.
“For decades, the integration of video games and education have revolutionized the way we teach and learn…” With my leg, I pushed her thighs open. My hand dropped from her breast and scooted between her body and the mattress to find her already wet and ready for me. Oh, hell yes. I pressed my cock against her opening and she gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you, Weiss. This time it’s going to take a long time and it’s going to feel so good.”
“It felt pretty damn good last time.”
“I’m going to see how many times I can make you come in one night.” I tore the foil wrapper with my teeth and slipped the condom on. Fuck yes, I was going to make this last shot count.
“I’m not opposed to that plan.”
“Are you willing to let go and let me take you there?”
With the hand underneath, I pulled her toward me and entered her with a quick, smooth thrust. One of my favorite moves. I’d wanted her to cry out, maybe even scream—at least gasp loudly or groan. Instead, she sucked in her breath. Before I was done pounding her, I vowed to have her weeping. This girl needed to let go and I was going to make that happen.
But for this moment, I savored the feel of her closing around me, gripping me tight—so tight I could barely breathe. I buried my nose in her fragrant hair, covering her body with mine, and I began to move. I reared back on my knees, pulling her up with me, and slammed into her with quick momentum. She held herself up on the baseboard of the bed, and with one hand, I gathered her hair and carefully tugged, pulling her head back. She rewarded me with a grunt.
My other hand slipped underneath her to rub against her clit. She felt so damn good, but she was too quiet this time. After a few minutes, I bent over her to place my mouth at her ear. “Do you like that, April?”
She was breathing heavily, at least. “Yes.”
“I want to hear how good it feels.” I gave her hair another tug and pounded into her.