Elizabeth Finn: Unforgiven

She stood staring endlessly with her palms rested on the railing, and it wasn’t long before she heard noises. These noises were arousing, masculine, and there was no question what they were. Occasionally she’d hear a female moan, and it stabbed her dignity every time. The sound was wet, laving, and sloppy, and she knew without seeing that his dick was in the pretty girl’s mouth. She might not need to see it, but she wanted to, and at the same time, she didn’t. It hurt to consider what that woman had and she didn’t.

Were she sober, she’d never have the nerve to look, but drunk, and her feet just seemed to tiptoe on their own. The curtains were billowing out through the open slider of his room. There was a sheer layer inside the heavier curtain, and she walked slowly to the gauzy fabric, stilling it with her fingers, and slowly, as though she knew what she was doing was wrong but she was powerless to stop it, she lifted her eyes to look.

The shudder that ran through her body made her knees feel as though they were collapsing beneath her, but she was frozen in place. He was sitting on the side of his bed, facing the slider, and his head was dropped back. Trinity was between his parted knees, and she was sucking on him. Every time she released him from her mouth, Bailey was given the most perfect view of his hard, rigid length. He was large, incredible, and aroused was an understatement.

Trinity’s lips parted over the head of his cock again and pushed down, and Darren’s groan was loud and unrestrained as he dropped his head down. His eyes stalled, staring out the slider and leaving Bailey certain he’d seen her, but then they dropped to Trinity as his fingers pulled her hair back to watch what she was doing. “Fuck.” He moaned the word, and Bailey held her breath. She knew what she was doing was wrong—even drunk, she wasn’t fooling herself, but she was powerless to look away. It was painful to see, but it was also so fucking arousing she was practically dripping.

Bailey ran her hand up under the bottom of her shirt, pushing under the waist of her short cotton shorts, and then past the waist of her underwear and down to her hot, wet center. Her finger slipped between her lips, and she had to bite her tongue to stifle her own groan. She watched Darren get his dick sucked by his beautiful, vapid girlfriend, and Bailey did the only thing she could. She stroked her peaked and aroused nub, letting her mind see herself touching, sucking, and pleasuring him.

When he suddenly stopped Trinity, Bailey gasped and his eyes flashed toward the slider for a moment before returning to Trinity between his legs. “Hands and knees.” He didn’t need to say anything else. It was like a well-rehearsed dance between them. She crawled onto the bed as he circled to the far side and climbed up behind her, but she didn’t bend over. Instead, Bailey watched as his fingers trailed slowly down over her perfectly flat stomach to slide between the lips of her shaved sex. Bailey’s own finger was in exactly the same position, toying with herself as she watched. Trinity moaned, she cussed, and she cried out his name, but his eyes remained oddly emotionless as they gazed out the slider toward the ocean. They weren’t near Bailey’s own hiding place at the edge of the slider, but she had no problem seeing the lifelessness in them. It was odd after such a charged and personal conversation between them in the kitchen.

“Please.” Trinity started begging, and it was only after many long seconds that he finally seemed to come around. He grabbed a condom off the nightstand, tearing the packet quickly. His hands moved between them, and moments later, he pushed her chest down to the bed, running his hand over the turgid length of his arousal. Her head and long, blonde hair hung over the side of the bed, and as Bailey watched, his tongue passed over his lower lip, and her finger pressed harder against her own desire.

He thrust hard with a grunt, his fingers gripped tightly into her hips, and when he started pounding into her body, Bailey’s fingers moved, circled, and enticed her own need until she was panting silently. She watched as he plunged and pulled from her body. He remained upright, his strong, contoured stomach muscles rippling as his body moved and plowed harshly into Trinity. She was jolted forward with every thrust, but she was moaning, whining in that perfectly seductive way. The ceaseless rhythm went on as Bailey neared her release, and in just the same moment he let out a loud and ferocious “Fuck!” followed by a moan, her own release hit like an explosion that didn’t only leave her legs shaking but left her crumpling to the deck, smacking her knees hard on the wood surface below her. Her hand still gripped her own sex harshly as the last of her unrequited need passed.

“What was that?” Trinity’s voice trailed out to Bailey in a shocked whisper. Bailey held her breath—afraid to move, afraid to breathe.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Can you run to the kitchen and get a glass of water?”

There was silence for a moment until Trinity agreed, and as Bailey listened, she heard the bedroom door open and close. She climbed up from her crumpled place on the deck floor and darted toward her own room, but not fast enough, and as a hand gripped tight on her shoulder moments before she’d have passed within the safety of her own room, she froze.

“Enjoy yourself, Bailey?” Fuck.

She stayed silent, huffing deep breaths of terrified air as his fingers gently gripped her shoulder. One finger slowly caressed along her collar bone before she felt his body close in behind her. When his forehead dropped to meet the back of her head, it was a deep sigh that she felt on the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, but it didn’t help steady her voice, and it lurched in her nervousness.

He said nothing for many long moments. He held his grip on her shoulder, and she stayed trembling in place. When she heard his bedroom door open again, he released his hold on her shoulder. He took a deep and steadying breath, and Bailey listened as his footfalls retreated from her. The speed with which she threw herself into bed, pulled her blankets up over her head, and closed her eyes tight was staggering. Her breath continued to lurch as she inhaled and exhaled through her absolute humiliation and horror, and eventually, the catastrophe turned into troubled dreams that took her away to the land of hellish embarrassment and unimaginable shame.

Now

“Dr. Cory? Macy is ready if you want to come on back.” He stood, dropped the Dog Fancy Magazine he’d been flipping through, and walked toward the scrub-clad young woman standing in the exam room doorway. Damned dog decided it would be a great day to eat an entire bag of Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses he’d stashed in the pantry. Macy was a ridiculously stupid labradoodle with curly blond hair and a tongue that was nearly always hanging out the side of her mouth.

When he followed scrub gal into the room, she closed the door behind them, turned, and smiled. “Doctor Gregson will be in in a moment.” She excused herself out the opposite door in the room, and he settled into wait some more.

No more Dog Fancy Magazines . Hell, he couldn’t even find a Cat Fancy , but fortunately he didn’t have to wait long. A taller woman with a blonde bob-style haircut walked in. She was cute, and she instantly flashed him a million-dollar smile when her gaze took him in. Actually, her eyes were roving quickly over every inch of him. She was good at being subtle as she checked him out, but not good enough to hide it from him. He didn’t mind, and frankly, he was quite used to it.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Veronica Gregson. You must be Dr. Cory?”