Page 34 of The Devil's Revelation
SIXTEEN
IZZY
The morning after… I swear it’s God’s punishment for bad, or at least questionable, decisions.
I wake up after a sleepless night and pull the pillow over my face, groaning as the memories hit me. Oh. My. God. Did that really happen? Did I really make out with Torque in a bar parking lot, and then let him finger fuck me until I came? Where anyone could have seen or heard us?
I’ve officially lost my mind. I don’t know if it’s the Texas air or the heat, but something has fried my brain and I’m never going to be able to look at him again. He probably thinks I’m easy or something now anyway.
I pull the pillow from my face and stare at the ceiling before groaning and forcing myself out of bed and into the shower. I was so tired and sated last night when I got home that I only washed my face, changed into my pajamas, and got into bed. I was out before my head hit the pillow. I’d like to say it was the liquor, but since I only had the one beer, I can safely say that it all falls on Torque’s shoulders.
Holy shit, he’s potent. We didn’t even have full on sex and I basically floated my way home in a daze. I’m lucky I didn’t crash my car. Hell, I barely remember the drive home, my mind was so empty and sated. The hot water hits my skin and I sigh, hanging my head for a moment. God, what the hell is wrong with me? I never do that.
I’d like to blame it on being stressed and using Torque as a way to release it, but even I know that’s a cop-out. No, if I’m being honest with myself, it’s that I’m ridiculously attracted to Torque and I reacted on instinct. Not only can the man kiss, he definitely knows what he’s doing in bed if our little encounter is anything to go by.
Even now, my core clenches and my clit throbs with need. I groan in frustration. Damn it. Now I’m being a horny bitch and I need to cool it. Especially if I don’t want to run out of hot water. Quickly I wash my hair and body, getting out and drying myself off, hoping to put my mind on other things. I need to forget about Torque. I’ll probably never see him again, or he’s going to move on to someone else.
There’s no way a man like him doesn’t have women knocking down his door. Especially with his talented fingers.
I curse as my body heats again at the thought. Fuck. I’m going to have to take care of this or I’ll never be able to function. I move back into my bedroom, grab my favorite vibrator from my nightstand, and turn it on. I lay back on the bed, still a bit damp from my shower, but I don’t care. I spread my legs and press my vibrator to my throbbing clit, gasping at the sensation that rushes through me.
I moan loudly, as I close my eyes and allow myself to sink into the sensations. Except it’s not long before my mind starts to run away from me, and Torque’s face is looking back at me. His blue eyes glittering as he watches me. I see the kick of his lips, as if he’s pleased to know he’s secured a place in my fantasies, even if I’m not sure I want him there.
The images from last night play through my mind, my body remembering just how much it liked the feel of his fingers thrusting inside me while he rubbed my clit. Most men can’t figure out what to do with a clit, but Torque, he zeroed in on exactly what I needed, and with the right amount of pressure to build me up. Even now, with the vibrator pushing me closer and closer to the edge, it’s his hands I’m imagining doing those wicked things to me.
I cry out when my orgasm rushes over me, making my hips arch, drawing out every last wave. By the time I come back down to earth, my entire body is humming, and I need another shower. Fuck.
I rush through another shower, silently cursing Torque, and then grab a quick bite to eat before I start my weekly cleaning routine. There’s something about cleaning that soothes and relaxes me. It’s weird, I know, but right now, I’m perfectly happy for the distraction.
By the time I’m done, it’s a few hours later and I’ve scrubbed, dusted, and washed every inch of my apartment, except for the walls. I put away my supplies and head to my front closet to grab my shoes. I deserve a treat, and there’s the new ice cream spot down the block that I’ve been meaning to try. No time like the present.
Walking outside, the sun is hot, and I silently curse as I start to sweat again. Will I ever get used to this weather? At least I was smart and I’m wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and my favorite tank top that I got when I was working at Zeb’s shop.
The sidewalks are decently full, which tells me people probably have the same thought as myself. When I reach the ice cream spot, I stand in the long line and scroll through my phone. I smirk at the message Zeb sent last night telling me to call him, and then the subsequent text that came a few hours later that basically told me to stop partying and get to bed or he would come down here and do it for me. Bossy asshole. I shoot him back a text telling him I’m fine.
His response is almost immediate.
Zeb: You’re such a pain in my ass. You know, if you were here and working for me I could keep an eye on you. Make sure you’re not getting in with the wrong crowd and all that.
Me: Are you going to chase off all the boys too?
Zeb: If they’re assholes, you bet I am.
Me: You know, you’re sounding an awful lot like a father, and we both know that’s enough to give you hives.
Zeb: Smartass. Leave me alone. I have company.
Me: Make sure you wear a condom! I don’t need any siblings.
Zeb: (middle finger emoji)
I chuckle to myself as I look at my other messages. Most of them are ads, and I’m hit again with the fact that I don’t have a lot of friends. No one who wants to check up on me. Well, other than Zeb. Damn, that’s depressing.
I click on the other message waiting for me and stop when I see it’s a message from Torque. My finger hovers over the icon, wondering if I dare to read it. He’s been in my head enough for one day, and I don’t think I can handle another shower. Well, that and my clit is still tender between last night and this morning.
I glance at the line and see that I’m still a few people away from getting to the front, so I take a deep breath and check the message.
Torque: Just checking to make sure that you made it home okay.
