Free Tangled Web by Jade C. Jamison

looked down on her, his brows pulled together, his eyes still
glinting.
    He lowered his head to her left breast and
kissed it. She felt her nipples harden again at his attention. Then
he smiled his cockeyed smirk again, licked his right thumb, and
said, “I’m not done with you yet.” He entered her and his thumb
rubbed her clitoris again, sending her into new spasms of pleasure.
She experienced one wave after another, and then he moved his hand
to the back of her neck to pull her head up to his face. Her
fingernails dug into his back as she writhed in pleasure again, and
it wasn’t long before Johnny climaxed too.
    He rested his head next to hers as their
breathing slowed. He lifted his head again, his smoldering blue
eyes gleaming in the soft glow. He smiled at her after she opened
her eyes, and she smiled back.
    But she didn’t want to talk about it. She
felt really good on so many levels, but the guilt began coursing
through her veins more heavily with each passing moment. Should she
tell Johnny about Grant? Should she tell Grant about Johnny? Why
had she done it? And how could she have resisted anyway? She
couldn’t say anything right now, even though the glow was already
wearing off. Johnny looked too damned happy, and she didn’t want to
wreck it.
    Johnny rolled over on his back and pulled
the condom off. He stood up and looked around the room until he
found the wastebasket next to the end table and tossed it in. He
sat on the edge of the bed to pull his jeans, shorts, and socks the
rest of the way off and then pulled the covers down. He crawled
back into bed and rested his head on a pillow. Without saying a
word, he patted the bed next to him, and Katie crawled up beside
him, pulling her jeans and panties the rest of the way off, letting
them drop to the floor. She slid backward toward the middle of the
bed, unable to face Johnny right now, so she continued wiggling
backward, her back at last resting against his chest, and she let
him hold her until he fell asleep, his breathing slow and
rhythmic.
    Unfortunately, she wasn’t as lucky as he was
and lay awake long after he had drifted into a deep, dream-filled
sleep, listening to but not really hearing the rest of Issues and falling asleep somewhere near the end of
Godsmack’s IV CD.
     

Chapter
Seven
     
     
    She did fall asleep eventually, though, and
even though her sleep was riddled with dreams of being caught by
Grant while having sex with Johnny, she did at last drift into a
deep sleep until her alarm woke her up at its usual time--5:30. She
reached over and turned it off then on again so it was set for the
next day, like she did every morning. She took her time sitting up,
realizing that her head ached. In fact, it throbbed, matching the
beating of her heart. Why did she drink so much last night? She’d
known better, even while she was doing it.
    She got up and went to the restroom, cupping
her hands with cool water and splashing her face. She couldn’t bear
to look at herself in the mirror. She may have given in to sleep
last night, but that hadn’t prevented the guilty thoughts from
racing through her head all night long, and when the feelings of
shame couldn’t penetrate her conscious mind, they filtered through
her subconscious. Now, though, she found it hard to avoid eye
contact while she pulled her hair in a ponytail. She might feel
like shit, but she was still going for her morning jog. It might
sweat out what hangover was left and then maybe she could think
straight. If jogging made her feel worse, she’d cut it short. She
still avoided eye contact with herself, though, as much as
possible. No way could she face her own eyes right now. Those
guilty, guilty eyes...
    She went back in the bedroom and opened a
drawer, pulling out a pair of fresh panties. As she slid them up
her legs, her thoughts drifted back to last night. God, Johnny had
played her just like one of his guitars. He was a maestro. She
couldn’t remember a time that she had