SAMPLE OF NIGHT MOVES
(As Darcy takes the "Walk of Shame" back to her hotel room where her BFF is waiting . . . )
I rolled over in bed, the top sheet tangled around my legs, preventing me from seeing the clock on the nightstand. I reached down, untangling it and noticed I was in bed alone. The digital clock read 5:34 a.m. I was still naked beneath the sheets. Where in the hell was Easton?
I'd only been asleep for a couple of hours, but I hadn't heard or felt him leave the bed. Probably because, true to his promise, he'd worn my ass out. My God!…The delicious things that man had done to me. And there wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that Easton was one of those hands-on men, which I was starting to realize, may just be my favorite kind.
I'd never been in so many different positions! I'd mentally thanked my mother for forcing those three years of gymnastic lessons on me during my adolescence. I definitely wasn't complaining, though. I could literally say that I'd never been so thoroughly fucked…and fucked well, I'd like to add.
There hadn't been much talking between the two of us once he'd led me out of the suite's living room and into his bedroom. Well, I mean other than the dirty sex talk and moaning from the both of us. Easton just might've spoiled me for others. Still, when we finally reached exhaustion, it was evident Easton wasn't one to spoon or cuddle as we fell asleep. That was fine by me. This was a purely physical adventure and he was free to make the rules, as long as I continued getting the mind-blowing O's.
I seriously felt a blush coming on as I recalled some of the things he'd done to me…the instructions he'd given me, and the discipline when I hadn't complied in the manner to which he expected. Enough of the blushing, I needed my morning java.
Shit! Is this where I should just get dressed and go?
I scrambled up and out of his bed, instantly feeling shockwaves of pain from the vicinity of my ass. It was my own damn fault. I was snatching the various items of my clothing up from the floor and pulling them on. I contemplated leaving him a note, but what the hell would I write?
Thanks for the great fuckfest? You'd better not have left bruises—LOL? Where'd you get those rocking handcuffs?
Nope. A note wasn't going to be left by me. It wouldn't be appropriate under the circumstances. He hadn't bothered to leave a note for me. Hell, for all I knew, he might've checked out already. Doubtful. All his shit was still tossed about the room. Besides, Darcy Nicole Sheridan had rocked his world every bit as much in that bed last night as he'd rocked mine. To hell with social graces, I thought, searching for my boots.
Once I'd pulled them on, I grabbed my handbag, noticing the folded up piece of paper I'd stuck in there with my sexual history written down on it.
I pulled it out and placed it on the nightstand next to his bed. There. I wasn't completely remiss about social graces.
I hurried out of his suite to the elevator. All I could think about was getting home and spending the rest of the day curled up in my nice, soft bed.
As soon as I slid the card key into my hotel room door, I was startled to see a very pissed-off-and-not-trying-to-hide-it Eli, his arms folded, glaring at me.
"I'm sorry," I said right away. "I meant to call you."
He blew out a hard breath. "Do you realize you worried the shit out of me? I thought you might be lying in some dumpster somewhere. I haven't slept all fucking night!"
"Oh for crying out loud, you knew where I was and what I was up to."
"Not to mention the fact that I've been blowing your phone up, too. I was getting ready to go up and bang on the door of his fancy suite."
"I'm sorry, Eli. I had my phone shut off. I mean, you had to figure I'd be spending the night with him. What a fucking night at that," I gushed, smiling.
He raised an eyebrow at the accidental pun.
"Do you know what you're getting yourself into here?" I could tell Eli was genuinely concerned about me, but I wasn’t too sure if that meant it was my judgment or Easton’s motives that were up for the jury.
"Hey, I'm fine, okay? You need to chill out because you're starting to sound a lot like someone who just needs some Midol and a Nicholas Sparks movie-marathon."
He shot me a wry look. "Ha—you're funny when you've got fresh sex in your system. I'll have to jot that down and hang it on the fridge when we get home so that I'll remember."
"Look," he said with a sigh, running his hands through his hair, "I just worry about you, Darce. Not even fourteen hours ago, I thought we'd be having a completely different conversation right about now about this guy. You were supposed to show up at the door just like you did, except you'd be holding a shovel, your hands and clothes covered with dirt, and you'd be giving me that 'I didn't know what to do with the body' look."
"So, how'd your night go?" I asked, abruptly changing the subject. I could already tell that this wasn’t a conversation I was going to win with my overprotective friend and roommate. "Did you and Cain hook up?"
He narrowed his eyes at the not-so-graceful segue, but relented. "We did," he admitted, with a hint of a smile. "Although, God knows I couldn't fully enjoy the experience, being worried about you like I was."
"Okay, lay some guilt on me why don't you, Mom!" I teased. "So, it was all good for both of us then, right? We both had a weekend hook-up, not too shabby at all."
"Well, I'd like to think it's a bit different with Maddox and me," he said, as he started stuffing clothing into his duffel bag.
"How so?" I asked, gathering my toiletries from the bathroom.
"I actually think he's relationship material."
"Okay, Eli," I sighed. "Point well taken. I'm not looking for a relationship. I was merely looking to get laid, and I did. And quite well, I'd like to add."
"Ah, so that explains why you're walking funny."
"Walking funny?" I asked, stalling for time.
"Yeah, like you got a cob up your ass."
"Very funny," I smirked, "Just been awhile, you know?"
God that was lame…
"Whatever," he replied. "Are we ready to check out or do you want to order room service and get some breakfast?"
"Seriously, all I want to do is go home and crawl into my bed and sleep the day away. It's back to work tomorrow, so we can't be dragging ass."
"Ummhmm, especially yours," he commented, grabbing my luggage for me.
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