Free Good Together by Valentina Heart

feel myself leaking in my pants and was close to delirious with anticipation.
    "Troy," I moaned, needing him, I felt, more than I ever needed sustenance.
    "Hush," he hissed against my ear before biting it, tugging gently, and moving away.
    My breath was short and fast as I almost huffed against Troy, as I lowered my head enough to share my weight with him. With a clouded mind I surrendered to his exploration, the naughty hands and wicked tongue as he pinched and petted, licked and sucked.
    "Want you so badly," I panted, getting lost in the scent of his hair, the heat of his skin.
    "You have me," Troy whispered back and viciously bit my neck.
    I yelled, not expecting it and moved away from him enough to look into his eyes. We stopped in the middle of the floor, just looking at each other's blown pupils and licked lips. Our skin was flushed, sweat almost shiny under the light, and it seemed like there would never be a better moment, never more want between us as we instinctively leaned toward each other for that first priceless kiss.
    "Troy!" someone yelled when we had barely an inch between us, and Troy turned as if anything could be more important, as if he didn't feel the utter loss.
    "We're leaving. Come on." One of the women from before told Troy, and even though he turned to look at me, wiped my sweaty cheek with the width of his palm, he still moved away and left without a word. Left without granting me that one desperate but memorable kiss.

Chapter Nine
    Troy
    Waking up with a splitting headache was never something I could consider fun. Any sound, movement or light acted like burning blades stabbing me through the eye. I seriously doubted I would ever drink again. If I even managed to get out of my bed.
    I somehow got myself upright, but even then it was a toss-up if I would be able to endure or just dash into the bathroom and hug the toilet bowl.
    Lots of crying, groaning, and a shower later, I was sitting at my table, hugging a cup of coffee and begging for a quick death. The better part of last night was a mystery and barring the girls, lots of drinks, and a handsome stranger having his way with me on the dance floor, I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. The stranger seemed familiar, but considering the dreamlike fog surrounding him, I seriously doubted it could have been Adam. Maybe just someone who looked a lot like him. That would explain my willingness to be groped and the feeling of rightness still consuming me.
    I shook my head, not willing to go there and remembered too late just how much of a mistake that move was. Whimpering I lowered my head to the table and closed my eyes only for my phone to ring and vibrate, shaking the whole damn surface and my skull with it.
    Squinting with just one eye at the too-bright screen, I realized I knew the number by heart despite deleting it from my phonebook. Can I see you? the message said, pushing my heart into overdrive and bringing back the delicious taste of him to my tongue. It was Adam.
    He had been so warm and willing. His hands cradled me as if I was the most precious of treasures, and his hesitance only gave him points when I'd pushed on like a bully, wanting more of him, ready to undress him even right there on the dance floor.
    Screw dreams. None of them could have matched reality, and while I was too resistant in the past, consumed by my own doubts, there was none of it left to hold me back anymore. I wanted that closeness, the anticipation of a first kiss and the way Adam made me feel during every second we spent together.
    Where? I wrote more sober than I could have expected and I knew my hands trembling had nothing to do with a hangover, but rather anticipation.
    Same café we met last time in an hour? And I barely read the message before I was responding with I'll be there.
    *~*~*
    As I reached the café, I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, took a deep breath and just gave myself that much needed kick in the butt which forced me to walk inside. I