Free All In: Raising the Stakes by Lane Hart Page B

mattress. "Katie, stop. It's too…oh God!" He comes in my hand, surprising me at how aroused he'd been. "Fuck," he mutters. "You got me too worked up. I almost came while I was going down on you." 
    "That felt really good, in case you couldn't tell," I say with an even bigger smile.
    He catches a strand of my red hair that’s dangling over him and twirls it around his index finger. That pretty much demonstrates the exact effect he has on me, wrapping me around his finger. 
    "I could definitely tell," he says with a knowing, cocky smile. I don’t give him grief for it like usual. He's earned it.
    "In my defense, it's been a while. What about you?" I ask, curious to know if he's been with anyone since he broke up with Lacy several months ago.
    Suddenly it’s like a wall slams down between us. Joe's smile disappears and he no longer meets my eyes. "Yeah," he says with an exhale. "I think I'm going to get a shower and then head downstairs."
    What the hell just happened? It’s like a completely different man is underneath me. One minute he treats me like I’m precious to him, and the next sentence he makes it sound like he can't wait to get away from me.
    I move off of him. He gets up and goes straight into the bathroom, shutting the door, and shutting me out without another word.
    …
    Joe
    Fuck, fuck, fuck!
    While pacing the bathroom floor I have an insane urge to bang my head repeatedly against the wall. What the hell is wrong with me? After all this time, I have the woman I want more than anything, naked and in a bed, actually wanting me and I can't do it. I can't sleep with her because I don’t deserve her. I'm still fucking Lacy, and I was with a guy as recently as last night. And the worst part, it was so damn good that I fucked him again this morning before I had to get ready to head to the airport. Chest to chest while I kissed him. God, just the thought has me hard.  
    I quickly shower, and when I walk back into the room to grab some clean clothes Katie’s standing on the balcony. She's changed into a blue t-shirt and gray, cotton shorts that barely cover her ass. The outfit is the opposite of all her stiff and formal suits she wears to the office. With her long, red hair blowing in the ocean breeze she looks like a carefree teenager, not the uptight, harsh prosecutor she usually is.
    I indulge myself in just a few more minutes of seeing her so relaxed. After snapping a picture with my phone, I get dressed and sneak out the hotel door, running away like the asshole coward I am.
    Stepping out of the elevator into the hotel lobby, I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. All I know is that I have to get away before I cave and sleep with her. I can’t do that to Katie. She'd regret it, despite what the alcohol has her saying tonight. And I'd regret being with her without being honest about my unknown sexual orientation. After she learns the truth, she’ll have all the more reason to hate me.
    I end up on the beach, taking off my shoes to wade in the tide. Of course, I pull out my phone and call Lacy. She’s like my real life Lady Justice. God, I wish she was here. We'd have uncomplicated but very satisfying sex to relieve the day's stress and then unload our burdens with each other. Fucking her is like therapy, but more fun.
    "Hey, Joe," she answers with a sigh. "You're supposed to be seducing your woman, not calling me tonight."
    " Operation Finally Get the Girl has been aborted."
    "What? Why?" she screeches.
    "Well, Katie actually came on to me, thanks to a little alcohol. I went down on her for like an hour, she stroked me until I went off like a rocket, and then when she asked me about prior lovers I freaked out and bolted."
    "You're an idiot."
    "Tell me something I don't know." I mutter.
    "Why did you bolt?"
    "Lacy, she's…God, she's so perfect, pure and beautiful, like an actual saint. And I'm…well I'm a dirty slut. I fuck you with Will and fuck Chad alone."
    "Hold on. You mean you and