His hand came down on her other cheek. Not hard. Not a punishment. Not playful either.

It was just right.

She screamed as she came again, her second orgasm much more intense, Jake’s cock driving into her and sending her soaring as the waves rushed over her. The rapture intensified with every thrust as he worked his way to his own climax, and when he finally groaned and buried himself inside of her, pulsing against her spasming walls, she thought she might actually be seeing stars.

Best terrible idea, ever.

1

The shifting of a large, muscular body next to her was what woke Sharon up. That was not something she’d had in her bed for a while.

When she opened her eyes, it became very clear that she wasn’t in her bed.

Well that explains that.

It had been a party-hard kind of New Year’s Eve, so she wasn’t exactly surprised. Especially not since she’d gone into the night feeling more than a little sorry for herself. It was kind of hard not to when she was beginning the new year as the only single lady in her group of friends.

She turned her head to find out exactly whose bed she was waking up in... and froze.

Oh, fuck a duck... What the hell did I do? Fucking mother-of-all-mistakes... How could I have possibly thought this was a good idea?

The thought triggered a memory.

Hands touching her, her body throbbing, her voice saying ‘This is such a bad idea...’

And what did I do? I did it anyway. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Out. She needed to get out.

Without waking him up.

Although, as she looked at his far-too-handsome sleeping expression, she couldn’t help but smirk a little. Jake Standish, her friend Lexie’s goody-two-shoes older brother, tended to be constantly scowling in disapproval at Sharon.

He didn’t disapprove of anything we did last night. Boo-yah!

But she didn’t really want to stick around and rub his face in it. Partly because... well, if he was mean to her, she might cry. The idea of watching his expression change from sleepy satisfaction to horror if he woke up and saw her in his bed... yeah, not at the top of her to-do list.

It sucked that he could hurt her feelings, because she’d gotten pretty good at not caring what people thought about her, but for some reason his disapproval tended to sting. Maybe because he hung out with all of her friends, so she couldn’t get away from him. Maybe because he was the only other single person in their group of friends and so they should have been natural allies.

Maybe because he was hot as fuck and she had been attracted to him from the moment she’d met him, but he treated her like an obnoxious brat that wasn’t worth even minimal politeness.