Page 22 of Feral
“Sorry, I forgot.” She stands, extending her hand. “Let me help.”
“Just grab me my cane and give me some room. I’ll take it from there.”
Taking a step back, she picks up my discarded jeans and cane, handing them to me.
I use the table legs to prop myself up and a few moments later, both of us are back in our clothes.
She speaks first, her soft voice breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“What happens now?”
I catch her eyes, wondering if what just happened was as good for her as it was for me.
“What would you like to happen?” I reach for my smokes, lighting one, then watch as she pulls back the chair and sits down on it, gesturing for me to do the same. “I’ll stand,” I blurt out, willing to bet about what her next words are going to be.
She clears her throat, looks up to meet my eyes.
“This was unplanned, you know. I don’t usually sleep with the people I interview.”
I want to laugh, but I hold my tongue. “You just did a lot more than take my interview, sweetheart.”
She forces a smile, frowning. “I am expected back by Tuesday with the article.”
“Of course, you are, sweetie.” I don’t expect her to stay. I never did. I can barely believe that she’s let me inside her body. “I wish I could say that things could be different.”
“Different? How?”
Her eyes never leave mine and as much as I’d like to sit down and join her, odds are she’ll be out the door in a few minutes and I’ll never see her again. “Different, you know. In case I didn’t make it quite clear, I enjoy your company.”
“You’d like me to stay?”
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I just fucked you bare and came in your ass. Don’t you think I want more?”
“But I thought—”
“What? What did you think,mon cher? That I’d only want to fuck you once and send you on your way? Have you looked at me? Really looked at me? This kind of thing doesn’t happen every day.”
Finally, she stands, closing the distance between us.
“You’re nothing like I expected, Jacob. But I came here for a job. And it’s done.”
She bows her head, and I know it’s over.
“Don’t let me keep you, then,” I say, waiting for her to turn her back and walk away.
“You know I can’t get out of here unless the boatman comes to pick me up. And he won’t come unless he’s summoned. You have no means to contact him and I have no working phone.
I’m stranded here with you whether I like it or not.”
Chapter 13
Gemma
How did I let that happen? How? Am I that cock-starved that I would succumb to a man's advances completely ignoring the consequences? The morning sun filters through the half-drawn curtains and I just spent the last forty minutes fucking a man twice my age whose stamina and sexual skills put young men to shame. I can still feel his rough beard scratching my breasts as he rubbed his face against me, then surprised me by tenderly lavishing each crest with his warm tongue, flicking it against my fevered skin until goosebumps rose all across my body. Then he took me, right there, in the kitchen, pushing inside me with vicious might like a man starved of a woman’s flesh. And he didn’t stop until he took all of me.
First my mouth.
Then my pussy.
