Page 44 of Angels & Whiskey

As I stepped closer to take in the view, the door opened behind me and I turned, watching Autumn walk in.

“How—”

“Shh, no talking. I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you.” She started to strip out of her white tank top. “Gabe, you need to take your clothes off. This would work a lot better if we were both naked.”

“I’m so confused,” I stated.

“I’ll explain after. But right now, I just really want to fuck you.” Her bra went next then she started unzipping her jeans after kicking off her heels.

Before I knew it, we were both naked with her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips pressed against mine. She tasted good—so fucking good. Like vanilla ice cream.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you, too,” I confessed. “Your eyes aren’t light brown like you told my boss.” I smiled against her lips, trying to get any info I could.

She pulled her head back a little then whispered in my ear, “Stop talking. I want you to fuck me against the window behind you.”

“What if your husband sees?”

“Let him. I don’t care anymore.”

I stared into her hazel eyes for a beat. “Put your hands on the glass and wait for my dick then, angel.”

Like most mornings, I woke up hard, but I didn’t wake up panting. I didn’t wake up in a pile of sweat, and I didn’t wake up screaming. I woke up hard as fuck and aching for Autumn.

After taking my boxers off, I wrapped my hand around my dick while picturing her full lips as she leaned forward, parting to take my cock into her mouth. I groaned as my hand pumped a few times, a bead of pre-cum glistening the tip. I thought about her using her hand in place of mine while her tongue licked the underside and across the crown to taste my arousal.

My hand stroked faster, warming my shaft as I imagined her warm, wet mouth swallowed my dick. My fist worked up and down, mimicking what I’d want her to do.

I stroked.

I pumped.

I twisted my hand, coating my shaft with my arousal.

I thought about the way she’d look up at me from between my legs. Her long, brown hair would tickle my inner thighs as she bobbed. Her warm breath would tingle me as she came up for air; her beautiful, luscious lips squeezing my dick as I was on the verge of coming into her mouth. I groaned my release, my cum squirting on my stomach as I continued to think about her.

I lay there still imagining her and thinking it was the best hand job I’d ever given myself.

After a quick breakfast, Jackson and I headed to Club 24. It was early, especially since he’d had a date the night before, but he wanted to go in case Autumn was there. He wasn’t going to go as my wingman, but as backup in case her husband’sspiesdid anything.

Hopefully, his spies were required to remain in the distance and report shit to him because I had every intention of getting her alone. I wanted her to open up to me. I knew I might be pushing it since she knew nothing about me. If I forced her or came off creepy, she'd likely would never want to talk to me again.

“Are you going toactuallytalk to her if she’s here?” Jackson asked, opening his passenger side door of my Yukon.

“I should right?”

“You need to play it cool. Yesterday didn’t go as planned.”

“Well, I talked to her,” I reminded him as I opened the door.

“Congratulations. You’ve graduated middle school.”

“Fuck you.” I laughed.

We entered the gym, stopping at the desk to check-in, then like the day before, we split up in search of Autumn. Yeah—I was a fucking stalker, but I had good intentions. I was trained to protect and, deep down, I knew she needed protecting.

I spotted her on the treadmill and flashbacks of my dream crossed my mind. I was certain I would die if she turned and said she’d been waiting for me to show, but in all honesty, I wanted her to say that to me.

She glanced over as I stepped onto the treadmill next to her. I smiled then held my breath, waiting to see if my dream would come true. Instead her eyes widened, then she looked back in front of her.