We Were One Once Book 1 by Willow Madison Page A

started
tonight off pissed, and now I’m even more pissed. Maria,
Mary—whatever the fuck her name is—can’t even hardly talk, let
alone fuck. She seemed fine at the club, but in the cab ride over,
her head started drooping. She threw herself on top of me, and her
body was like dead weight. She’s even sloppier now that we’re
inside the room.
    Cary shrugs his shoulders
at her prone body on the suite’s sofa. He knows that I don’t go for
a dead fuck. If a girl can’t even keep her eyes open, I see no
point in having sex with her. I know there are plenty of guys that
would take advantage of this situation, but I need a conscious girl
to have fun. He tilts his head towards his girl, his eyebrows
raised in question.
    We’ve shared before. I
shrug back. I’m not in the mood to share. I’m not in the mood to be
in this situation at all. I’m fucking thrown off my fucking game.
My bad mood is starting to become a really bad mood. I turn away
from him so he can’t see my anger.
    It’s all Grace’s fault. I
haven’t been able to clear her out of my head. I’m stuck on her,
obsessed with all I don’t know about her and the little I do. Fuck.
I need to stop. Now.
    I turn around with a forced
sense of calm. Cary is slow dancing, undressing the other girl.
She’s pretty. She and Cary make a nice pair—dark blond against
lighter blonde. She’s skinny, but her ass is a little big for her
shape, just Cary’s type.
    Her back is to me, so she’s
either forgotten that I’m in the room or she doesn’t care that I’m
watching him undress her. His lips trail over her shoulder, his
eyes on me. Asshole has to stop himself from laughing. I roll my
eyes. I know he’s waiting to see what I want to do.
    We’ve found that it’s
easier to get a girl to go along earlier rather than later in the
proceedings. I shrug again and move closer to them, undoing my
shirt. Cary pushes her bra straps down and she takes her arms out
of them, hugging him close around his neck. He has her short skirt
unbuttoned just as I gently stroke her back.
    She lets out a little
startled cry, realizing that I’m close and touching her too. Her
head leans back into my chest, and her eyes are wide as they look
up at me. I stop her from saying anything, cupping her chin and
forcing her head back a little more as I kiss her. She kisses me
back, a good sign. I can feel her moving as Cary forces her skirt
and underwear down. With my free hand, I release her bra and it
falls to the floor.
    I pull back, letting go of
her mouth but not her chin. My free hand moves down her side,
making her shiver against us. Her eyes stay watching me. I reach
her hip and pull her to me, pushing my erection into her back. Cary
runs his tongue over her stretched neck and she moans, closing her
eyes.
    Her eyes pop open when he
bites her nipple a little too hard, and I grab her ass at the same
time. She opens her mouth, and I stop her again with a kiss. She
pushes against Cary, into me, fighting to free her mouth this time.
I pull back a little, and her lips brush mine with her words, “I
can’t do this,” but she’s panting. Cary has his hand between her
legs already. Her protest is weak. I don’t answer, just keep her
head pinned back and squeeze her ass, stretching her open for him.
Her pants turn to moans quickly.
    “We’ll take good care of
you. I promise.” My words are more whispers into her neck, against
her shoulder, while Cary kisses her other side. “Do you want him to
stop?” She shakes her head, moaning louder. “Be a good girl and
answer me.”
    She moans a long,
“No.”
    I let go of her chin, but
she stays leaning against my chest. Cary’s still kissing her neck
and rubbing her pussy. I grab her hips from behind, pulling her
hard against me, causing her to gasp again. Cary stops touching her
and stands back a little. I turn her around to face me.
    She’s scared, uncertain, as
she looks up my full height, but she wanted me in the beginning. I
could