Free Rekindle by Ashley Suzanne, Melissa Gill, Tiffany Fox Page B

fucking the man she hated enough to divorce, she’s never going to let me inside of her again.  If this is the only time I get, I’m going to make it worth it.
    Banging distracts me and I look up to the headboard to figure out what I need to put behind it to stop the noise when I notice there is no headboard.  Glancing around, there’s nothing in the room that would cause the banging and I’m fully distracted. 
    “What the hell is that?” I ask, never stopping my hips from driving into hers.
    “What?” she breathes, opening her eyes, and I’m sure she’s losing the orgasm that was so close I could feel the ripples starting deep within her.
    “The banging?  Where’s it coming from?”  Tina props herself up on her elbows and stares with wide eyes toward the hallway.
    “The door,” she whispers, scooting back and releasing her hold on my dick.  “Someone’s here.”
    Pulling off my tee shirt, I force it over her head and stand up.  Adjusting myself and zipping my fly, I step into the hallway and confirm the banging is coming from the front door.  “Stay here.  I’ll see who it is.”  I continue until I’m right at the door and look back in time to see Tina scurry into the bathroom.
    “Who is it?” I ask, looking out the peep hole but see nothing but darkness.
    “Me,” Jones’s voice carries through the thick wooden door.  Tina appears at my side, attempting to brush down her starting to curl locks.  Making sure she’s decent, and surprisingly she’s wearing my shirt and a pair of black pants, I open the door just a crack and peek out.
    “What’s up, man?  Said I’d meet you guys there, right?  Did I screw up?” I ask, but really want to tell him to go the fuck away and stop cock blocking.
    “It’s been a while.  We were worried,” Martinez speaks up, stepping around from behind Jones. 
    “Oh, give us fifteen and we’ll meet you there.”   I really don’t need all that long.  I was just about there, anyway.  If they would have just waited five more minutes …
    “We’re here now, how about we all ride together?” Frankie asks, looking up at Jones who nods his head. 
    “Alright.  I just need a minute to find some decent clothes,” Tina says, walking toward a stack of boxes in the dining room.  I smile at our coworkers and invite them inside.  Stepping out of the way, I give them dirty looks as they pass. 
    Tina’s in and out of her room in a matter of seconds, still wearing the black pants but a shirt that fits her a little better than mine.  Tossing it back to me, she smiles sheepishly and ushers her guests out the door.  Deciding to take two cars, Jones pulls me to his car, saying something about not wanting to be alone with Frankie anymore tonight and the girls get into Tina’s beat up old car.  I’m pissed, wondering if Tina and I could have taken a small detour and finished what we already started, but saying anything would only raise questions she doesn’t want to answer.
    Inside the small restaurant, we all order and wait for our food in silence.  A few times the girls giggle about something, but all in all, it’s a quiet night.  After we finish our dinner, I wait for Tony to offer Frankie a ride home so I can be alone with Tina some more, but that never happens.  And again, I can’t say anything about it. 
    “Well, guys, thanks for taking me out.  I swear, I’ll go shopping tomorrow,” Tina jokes, pulling a few bills out of her wallet and everything in me wants to tell her to stop and let me pay.  When I open my mouth to do just that, she glares at me, as if she’s aware of what I’m thinking.  So I pull out a few dollars for my meal as well and stand alongside Tina.
    “Christina, can you give me a ride back to my car?  It’s at your place,” Frankie asks and Jones looks relieved.
    “Works out great.  Nick only lives a few blocks from me, anyway,” Jones says, smiling at the women. 
    Together, we walk out of the diner and walk