Page 40 of Savored Sins
Like she’s embarrassed she slept with me.
Which—now that I think about it—is notthatweird. Autumn Carroway is out of my league. She’s got a fancy-ass lake house, owns thelandit sits on, and spent five years married to a guy who probably owns a Bentley and flew her around the world first class. Add to the mix that she’s an insanely talented fashion designer who knows what the hell she wants and… yeah. I get it.
I’ve got nothing on any of that.
And having it get around that we fucked is probably not a good look for her reputation, or her brand, or whatever. I’m not exactly the classiest nut in the ball sack.
Nah, I gave Autumn a great time in bed, and that’s where it ends. Which is good. I’mdefinitelynot here for commitment.
I roll over and pull my phone out from under the pillow. Three missed calls. It’s only now that I realize I never let Jenny know I wasn’t coming over last night after all. I’m about to text and offer to come over tonight instead and make it up to her, but I stop. That shit feels a little gross, even for me. It’s not likeshewould know I’d been with someone else last night, but… I’d know.
And if I’m being honest, the thought doesn’t really excite me anymore. I’m not sure why. Maybe I just need to chill with her again, see where things go.
So I text her:
Hey, sorry!!! Stuff came up last night. Couldn’t make it. You going to the clambake at Hawthorne Point tomorrow night??
Even just texting another girl while lying here in the bed I just slept in with Autumn feels a little weird, but hey. I’m a free man. Jenny knows we’re just fuck buddies. And Autumn was in quite the hurry to get out of here—it’s not like she’s expecting us to be some sort of item.
Ha. As if. Autumn, with her Mercedes Benz and Prada sunglasses, ever trying to be exclusive withme. Even the thought makes me laugh.
Nah, I’m good with sex. I always am.
The coconut scent of Autumn’s hair is still on the sheets. As I breathe in, letting the subtle sweet scent carry me back to last night, when Autumn was on her hands and knees in front of me, my hand finds my dick. I start to tug, remembering how warm and wet her cunt was, stretching around me as I pulled her onto my lap in front of the mirror. The way her lips parted, her hair falling around her face, as she watched me run my hands along her gorgeous body. How she melted into me when I told her she was perfect. She looked… radiant.
I roll off the bed, my hand still working my shaft, and go to start the water in the shower. I won’t tell anyone that I had sex with Autumn, but I’m sure as shit going to fuck my hand while thinking of how perfect she is. Outsideandinside. In all senses of the word.
Because I meant it when I said that—that she was perfect.
I just hope she knows it.
nineteen
AUTUMN
Trey: Rise and shine, honey.
Autumn: I’m already at the shop, babe.
Trey: Already?? Damn. You’re up early.
Autumn: Couldn’t sleep
Trey:
God damn it.
What was Ithinking? Showing up at Zeke’s doorstep in the middle of a thunderstorm, thinking I’d—what? Get a nice little hug out of him and then curl up on the opposite side of the bed? Get a sweet little kiss on the forehead? Obviously, I wasn’t thinking either of those things. I know perfectly well what I hoped would happen when I pounded on his door, and I got my wish.
And now I’m freaking out a little. Hesayshe won’t tell anyone, but how should I know? What if he tells one of his brothers? Or even some other guy in town? Hawthorne Bay is tiny. I’m already nervous about how Lydia will react if she ever finds out, but if this gets back to Sue… Holy hell, she’ll be spreading that shit around right and left, making me out to be some kind of cougar whore.
“So Lydia said she’d been to visit The Grove, but I told her their waitstaff isatrocious.” Trey’s voice cuts into my thoughts and I come jolting back to reality. We’re at the boutique again, putting together gift bags for the show next weekend. But my brain is… not present. “Did she not tell you she booked a visit there? You could’ve saved her the trip.”
“Huh?”
I’m also feeling bad about how I left this morning. But isn’t that how you do it? Isn’t that howhedoes it? I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t left, Zeke would’ve nudged me out not long after. He would’ve said he had to get going, be somewhere. It’s going to be fine.
Trey reaches for an empty gift bag. He eyes me suspiciously. “Did you even hear a word I just said?”
