Free Seeing Red by Holley Trent Page A

across her face. Anger? No. Something milder than that. Annoyance or…shame, perhaps. But at what?
    “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” With a lithe uncoiling of her fit body, she stood and padded to the dresser near the closed door, immediately fishing her ring hand into a cosmetics bag.
    His immediate thought wasn’t one of curiosity, but rather a surprising desire to get her a different ring. Then he quickly dismissed the idea. She came into the scheme with the diamond, and the bands were given to them by Sharon, who’d picked them up at the last minute before heading to the airport back in North Carolina. The rings were completely devoid of sentiment, which was fine considering the fact they were mostly irrelevant. The only purpose they served, really, was to overturn Meg’s public reputation. He’d been so out of the loop he hadn’t even known what people called her until Sharon sat him down for lunch that day.
    When Meg returned, she flashed a condom in front of his eyes and tore the packet open without further pleasantries. Rolling the rubber onto him, she said, “The gift shop’s clerk gave me a hard time about those.”
    “Why?”
    “I asked for the bigger size, and I guess she didn’t believe I’d need it.”
    “If I get funny looks from the staff, I’ll know why,” he said with a chuckle.
    “Yeah. If you’re going to keep letting me have my way with you, I’m…uh, we’re going to have to get tested for STDs. I’d like to feel you once without the latex.”
    Yet another statement no woman had ever made to him before. No one had ever hinted that there’d be a next time.
    “Okay. I’ll go after work on Monday.”
    Pushing his knees closer together, she furrowed her brow, and her confusion was evident.
    “What?” he asked as she climbed onto his lap, cowgirl-style, tits to chest, so her knees pressed into the mattress. He scooted back a bit to help her balance.
    “So, just like that, huh? I suggest it, and you’ll do it without a grumble?”
    He raised his shoulders as much as he could with her arms draped over them and pressed his nose into the warm crook of her neck.
    She settled herself over his erection.
    “It’s such a minor thing to get defensive about, Megan.”
    “I’m glad you agree.” Easing down onto his shaft, she blew out a ragged breath and dragged her hands down his naked back. “Lend me a hand, big boy,” she whispered in his ear. “My thighs may look great, but they’re not strong enough for me to stay in this position long.”
    “Maybe that’s a good thing,” he murmured, but moved his hands down to cup her ass, assisting her enthusiastic movements, and even slowing her a bit.
    She punished him for that by clamping her muscles hard around him.
    “Witch.”
    “Yep. Gonna ride you like a broom, and when I get off you, I’ll make you clean up the mess.”
    He paused her there at half-mast, and the joke settled into his brain in pieces. Laughing, he helped stabilize her already-broken rhythm and swiveled his pelvis us to meet her halfway. “Gonna prop me up in a dark corner until the next time you need me for some dirty work, too?”
    “Mm-hmm.” She swiveled her hips in a circular pattern while gliding up and down with his aid, her breaths becoming shorter with audible rasps. “But…I won’t…leave you there…long!”
    Her voice trilled upward into a breathy shout at the end as she came, hugging him tighter, and rubbing her cheek against his like the cat he’d called her earlier.
    The name seemed apt now, because just like one of those mysterious pets, he couldn’t understand a damned thing about why she did what she did. She may as well have been from another planet. Women had always been a mystery to him, but this one took the cake.
    Gratefully, he lifted that mental floodgate—that divide keeping his body in check as much as a man could—and he came too, pushing her down forcefully so the tip of him met the very end of her.
    “God, you’re