Free RUSH (Montgomery Men Book 1) by C.A. Harms

We shared the same friends and attended the same functions, so I knew we’d eventually run into one another again. I did my best to avoid it, but it was inevitable.
    “Maybe I was hoping the night would pass without you seeing me,” I said, disdain lacing my words. I fucking hated this woman. She was evil, she was conniving, and she had a heart of coal. All she cared about was herself.
    “Well, it looks like that tactic failed,” she said, taking the chair next to me, being sure to rub her pert breast against my arm in the process. She had a body made for fucking, and she knew it. The woman used sex as a ploy to get her way and I had fallen for her shit.
    But not tonight.
    “I guess so,” I said, ignoring the way her hand now rubbed my thigh.
    “You’ve been avoiding my calls,” she whispered as she moved her hand higher. “That’s not very nice of you, Ash. After the time we’ve spent together, you can just toss me away that easily?”
    “Yep,” I said, tipping my glass up to finish off my drink.
    “What do you say we get out of here and talk?” she asked as she brushed her fingertips over my cock. “I’ve missed you.”
    Just then the bartender approached and asked if I needed a refill.
    “No, I’m good,” I assured him.
    I stood from the barstool and Sloane’s hand fell away as she gave me a little pout.
    “But if you give this one enough attention, she’ll blow you behind the bar,” I told the bartender as I motioned with my thumb in her direction. She narrowed her eyes at me, and I ignored her evil glare. I was immune to it. “And if you offer to buy her something real pretty and expensive, I bet she’d even fuck you in the storage room.”
    I didn’t wait for him to respond. But I heard loud and clear the displeased response of the whore I left sitting at the bar.
    She slept around the entire time we were together, lied about it, and didn’t once give a fuck if she was hurting me in the process. And now she wanted me back.
    She’s was obviously insane.
    I chuckled at the word, remembering when Kiera asked me if I was, in fact, insane this Tuesday in my office.
    Since that morning when she stormed out, leaving me more aroused than I had ever been before, I’ve jacked off more times than I can count. She had me so wound up with unbelievable tension, I felt like I would explode.
    And I was still lost as to how I would change her mind.
    My driver was waiting by the curb when I exited the building, and I didn’t waste any time climbing inside the Lincoln. The last thing I wanted was for the raging bitch to follow me out and think this was an open invitation. She really was that fucking shallow.
    When I arrived back at my place, I moved without thought through my penthouse, gathering another drink as I loosened my tie and undid the buttons of my dress shirt.
    This shit wasn’t me. I didn’t often leave an event without a woman on my arm. Usually by this time I was balls-deep in a willing female, not sitting alone trying to come up with a way to get one into my bed.
    I didn’t work for pussy, pussy came to me.
    Only the woman I craved more than my next breath didn’t feel the same need as I did. Why the hell couldn’t I just accept that and move on?
    Frustrated, I walked toward my bedroom and began to undress, deciding a shower may help relax me.
    But the longer I stood beneath the warm cascade of water, the harder I grew thinking of Kiera and her sweet body pressed against mine. Only this time she too was naked as she stood in the shower, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. I imagined her reaching between us to wrap her hand around my cock and gently stroke me.
    Closing my eyes, I gripped my erection and used the water to glide my hand over it in the way I’ve imagined Kiera doing it. I fantasized about the soft whimper of her excitement as she lowered to her knees before me and looked up at me as she took me into her mouth. Her soft tongue lapped at the head of my cock as she