Page 20 of Adoring Fletcher
My fist moved faster, my eyes fluttering shut. My head fell back against the tile wall with a softthunkas my breath came in soft pants. Pleasure swirled through me as I imagined Fletcher—beautiful, innocent Fletcher—on his knees in front of me, hishead tipped back, his mouth open and tongue out, waiting for my release.
I came with a cry, grabbing onto the wall for purchase as my hips jerked. Cum splattered the shower curtain, leaving streaks of milky white. I stared at them while I fought to catch my breath.
Fuck. I was so fucked.
Using the detachable shower head, I cleaned the mess off the curtains and the floor of the tub, then myself, and finished up in the bathroom. I stepped out onto the rug and dried off, then wrapped the towel around my waist and wandered back into my room.
I felt a little better. Sated, at least, by the time I climbed into bed nude. The sheets were cool against my heated, damp skin as I sprawled out with a sigh.
The one thing I did know? I didn’t need to make any big decisions tonight. I could puzzle through it when I was feeling a little more…logical.
I closed my eyes and keened my ears to the sounds of the manor. It was silent. The television had been turned off, and there were no hall lights shining beneath my door, which probably meant that Fletcher had gone to bed.
I felt like an ass for just abandoning him tonight, when we usually watched TV together, but I’d needed to get out of there. Hopefully he’d accept my apology over breakfast and things would be okay between us.
It was always darkest before the dawn.
12
FLETCHER
I was frustrated.
Adam was hot and then he was cold. One minute he seemed interested in me, and the next he was backing away, creating distance, and it was fucking with my head.
Last night, he’d asked me out to dinner. Nothing fancy, just burgers and shakes. But then, after, he’d holed himself up in his study under the guise of working and I was left watching TV by myself, feeling oddly empty inside.
Had that not been a date?
It hadfeltlike a date, but maybe it wasn’t.
I knew Adam’s family had big plans for him, but plans changed, right?
I scoffed under my breath. Right. Like Adam would give up the chance of a wealthy husband or wife for me—a homeless cat who didn’t even have a job.
Frustration and pain bubbled up inside me. No wonder he didn’t want to deal with me. It was a miracle he’d given me this much.
I got up off the couch and went into the kitchen, searching for a notepad and pen. I scribbled a note that I was going for a walk,so that Adam wouldn’t worry, then went out the door and down the front steps.
It was a crisp fall day, the autumn leaves crunching underfoot as I walked down the sidewalk, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my hoodie.
In the bright sunlight, I let myself daydream of a reality where Adam wasn’t constricted by familial necessities like marrying for wealth and genetics.
A reality where Adam threw caution to the wind and came to me, tipping my chin up and kissing me sweetly, his golden eyes gentle and warm in a way that was meant only for me.
A reality where I wasn’t mooching off Adam, but instead we were partners and I had my shit together.
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear people approaching until it was too late.
“Hey, asshole,” a voice growled, so hauntingly familiar that it sent goosebumps shivering down my arms.
I spun around to see Jacks glowering at me, his beefy arms crossed over his chest. Beside him stood Cara and a couple of the other gang members that had given me hell over the last year.
Cara’s thin lips twisted up into an ugly sneer. “Nice going, you little snitch. Ratting us out to the cops so you could walk free? Then shacking up with the Alpha you robbed? Hah! Priceless! How did you con him into trusting you?”
I took a hesitant step backwards, shaking my head. “It isn’t like that at all,” I began, but they didn’t want to hear it.
Jacks flung his hand out, swinging his arm wide. “I don’t give a shit what it’s like. You fucked us over big time, cat, and you owe penance for what you’ve done.”
