Page 109 of Barron's Second Chance
Barron groaned. "I know. I also have to get some more. I only had one."
Eden mulled his words over. "So youreallyweren't expecting this when you came." She assumed he would've come prepared with more protection if he had.
"No, baby, I meant it when I said this wasn't what I was after when I came. Don't get me wrong; I'm in fucking heaven over it. But I really just came because I missed you. FaceTime is great, but it's not the same."
The deep rumble of his chest mesmerized Eden as his words sent a tingle of warmth through her.
"I'm sorry for just showing up -"
"How long are you staying for?" She interrupted as her pussy started to throb again.
"Two nights. But I can leave if you're uncomfortable. I'm also staying at the Ramada a few blocks away so I can -"
"What's the cancellation policy?"
Barron paused for a second as the meaning behind her words registered. "I don't give a shit," he breathed.
"Good," she started to pepper his chest with kisses. "Grab your stuff and get back here."
"I will in a sec," he growled as he ran his fingers through her hair. "But first, I'm going to get rid of this," he gestured to the spent condom. "And then...I wanna see that dildo of yours."
Eden's pussy creamed at his words. "Yessss."
24
Surprise
Barronpulledintohisreserved parking spot and cut the engine. Instead of hopping out straightaway, he took a moment to sit with himself in silence.
When his mind was busy, he usually quietened it by coming to work and sinking into his paperwork for a few hours. This time, however, being at work was the last thing he wanted to do.
Tomorrow was his twenty-fifth birthday, and he was dreading it. Birthdays were always hard since he lost Eden. Too many memories. He hoped had this year would be different. After all, he thought things were going well with Eden.
Sure, they were at a different level than he was hoping for, but they were going at a steady upward pace. At least, that's what he envisioned on his end. He still had no idea what Eden was thinking.
Those two days with her in New York had been fantastic. Magical, even.
He’d only been to New York once before as a kid for a family vacation. It wasn't that far from New Haven by plane or car. He would've gone again sooner if Eden hadn't moved there at eighteen. The thought of her living her best life in New York put him off ever visiting again. He also knew that if he went, he wouldn't be able to stay away, and the temptation to seek her out would be strong. The only thing that stopped him was the image he had of Eden slamming the door in his face if he dared attempt contact.
His plan for New York was to do touristy things with Eden. Take her out to a nice dinner, visit the Statue of Liberty, or take a trip to Coney Island.
What actually ended up happening was right out of his fantasies. It blew his fucking mind.
He couldn't describe fuck all about New York because the only view he had was the inside of Eden's bedroom. Her wall, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her spectacular ass.
They barely left her room. Well, there was that one time he went to grab a bottle of water and some snacks for them from her kitchen.
His good mood had screeched to a halt when he came face to face with a blown-up black and white photo of Eden's first photo shoot.
The one with Linger Denim.
With Grant H fucking Tucker.
Yes, he still remembered his name. After all, his mind was tortured for a long time over the two of them, wondering if they had ever hooked up. He couldn't sleep without their sexy photoshoot popping into his mind.
He managed to erase the image from his forefront for a long time, putting the mental picture to the back of his mind.
He hadn't planned on coming face to face with a forty-by-twenty-inch version of it.
