Page 141 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MALLORY

I was in big trouble. I was close to coming, just from his talented fingers, like that very first night in the restaurant parking lot. My body responded to him like a dog to the rattling of kibble in a bowl. His deep voice asking me if I was wet and I was done for.

Except… it was becoming completely and totally obvious, as if the mirror in front of me showed what was really going on here.

I was getting fucked. Only fucked.

Don’t worry, they don’t know about us.

I was his dirty little secret. Mav wasn’t being discreet by keeping what was going on between me and Theo quiet, he really didn’t know his brother and I were having sex. I hadn’t told Bridget. Why? Because it was just sex. Deep down–and not deep down in my vagina–I’d hoped for more from Theo.

Maybe that was wrong of me, because when I told him my plans of wanting sex with Tom the history teacher, that had been just sex. Birth control for smart sex.

Theo had taken that literally when he volunteered.

Smart sex. He used condoms and I was covered by the birth control shot.

But it seemed my vagina and heart were somehow connected, in ways I didn’t even know about until all the sexing started, because Theo’s words hurt me.

They don’t know about us.

He wasn’t planning on telling. Or changing my status.

I was now his fuck buddy. Enough where we were doing it sneakily in his brother’s bathroom. Or not sneakily and getting the cops called on us.

But it was just sex.

Fudge. The second he tried that Bird of Paradise pose during the yoga class on Tuesday, things changed.

I liked Theo. No, if I was honest, probably a lot more than liked.

He was actually really funny with the driest wit.

Kind in a subtle sort of way. Definitely possessive, the way he’d ensured Hunter never saw an inch of me even though he’d gotten an earful.

Coming in here, he was checking on me. Perhaps like a guy checks the oil on his car, putting the dipstick in and out, but still.

He was asking. And getting ready to put his dipstick in.

Unlike Theo, I wanted Mav and Bridget to know about us. For us to go out there and eat some steaks with Silas and talk about dating. Being a couple. Anything two people did who were into each other. Besides sex.

But Theo had different ideas. Or only one.

To sex me up. Satisfy me. I’d wanted to have sex, to finally not be an almost-virgin any longer. He’d done just that. Was still doing it, and really, really well.

“Ah!” I cried out when he pinched my clit between two fingers. My eyes flew to his in the mirror.

“Where’d you go?” he asked. He was so much bigger than me, a contradiction of uptight and rugged that turned me on.

He didn’t style his hair any longer. It was a bit longer and unruly now, as if he was finally loosening up.

I didn’t even want to think about how sexy that beard was, or how it felt between my thighs.

I shook my head, not wanting to tell him.

Not only because the truth would definitely drive him away.

He wasn’t looking for a clingy woman and I wasn’t a woman who’d stick around and linger on a guy who wasn’t interested.

He also had his fingers inside me, rubbing them masterfully over my g-spot in a way that had me panting and clenching around him. Now was definitely not the time.

So sex it would be.

“Mav’s going to call us to eat anytime,” I said. “Think you’re skilled enough to get me off before then?”

“Is that a challenge?” One sandy brown brow arched as he questioned me in the mirror. “You know I work best under pressure.”

He lined up at my entrance, settled his hands on my hips.

“Do it,” I said. If sex is all I get, let’s make it good.

He thrust in, pressing me against the lip of the pedestal sink and fucked me to not one, but two orgasms so fast, we were back in the kitchen before Mav even brought the burgers inside.