Now it was my rules, my way.
“Is this how you like it?” the blonde asked, seeming to sense my distant thoughts.
I tilted my head back, closing my eyes. “Deeper.”
Losing myself in the pleasure, in the wet, lapping heat of her tongue, I tried to push everything else from my brain. I had no plans to return home, no plans to do anything other than this—get drunk and take home a different woman, night after night. This would be my life. No, it wouldn’t be rich, or deep, or all that fulfilling, but it was what I had. What I deserved now.
My phone rang again, this time with Gavin’s name, and my stomach clenched. Fucking Gavin. What could he possibly want?
The realization that I’d be heading back to Boston much sooner than anticipated settled over me like a dark cloud, and I steeled myself for what was to come.