The Emma Series Book 3
Auteur·e
C. Wright
Lectures
276K
Chapitres
65
Ending a Habit
Book Three: Reunion and Amends
Tank and Austin should be an ideal pair for a no-strings-attached fling. They’re both incredibly attractive, drawn to each other, and only interested in sex without any emotional baggage. But a simple relationship between them is impossible. Tank is the son of the notorious Mafia boss Emma Taylor, and Austin is more involved with the Mob—and Jax's family—than either of them realizes.
TANK
“Yes, Tank! Right there! Faster, I’m close!” Ruby cries out, her nails digging into my back, sure to leave marks.
She knows I hate it when she leaves visible marks. Her voice is shrill and grates on my nerves.
At least she’s good in bed.
Why am I doing this again?
I push her legs down onto her stomach, moving faster, each thrust hitting her cervix. After a few more thrusts, I feel her tighten around me as she climaxes, screaming my name.
I keep up my relentless pace until I reach my own climax, then collapse next to her on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
Ruby takes this as an invitation to run her manicured hand over my chest and down my stomach.
When she reaches my semi-erect cock, she removes the used condom and tosses it in the trash can next to her bed.
She sits up, straddling me. I know her game. She’s trying to coax me into round two, but I’m done with her.
She always tries to go for a second round without protection, thinking I won’t notice.
I’ve grown indifferent to her. I’m bored out of my mind. Tonight was my way of saying goodbye.
Lately, every time we have sex, she tries her best to keep me in her bed, even though she knows I never stay over. We have sex and I leave until the next time I need a release.
Recently, she’s even suggested we go to my place to have sex, which is a definite no for me. I never bring them home, and I’m not about to start with her.
Rule number one: always go to their place. My apartment is strictly off-limits to all the women I sleep with.
This keeps them from showing up unannounced, especially when they start getting clingy or want to get back together with me.
I’m not a total jerk. I only have one partner at a time. I expect the same from them; even though there are no strings attached, I don’t like sharing.
“Ruby, we need to talk.”
Her eyes well up, tears threatening to spill over. She obviously knows what I’m about to say. She’s probably expecting it.
“Please, Tank, don’t end it. We have a good thing going, don’t we?”
“We did, Ruby, but you’ve become too clingy and needy. You want more from me, and honestly, I just don’t have it in me to give you more.”
“You knew what this was before it even started. I made it crystal clear that I’m not interested in a relationship beyond a sexual one.”
She’s crying now, tears streaming down her face.
“But Tank, I thought after you agreed to give me a second chance, you were ready to commit to more than just sex.”
“That’s my fault. I should have made it clear what this was. I know it sounds harsh, Ruby, but this was just about sex. Good sex, but it ends tonight.”
“Please don’t try to contact me again. You know it’s for the best.”
“I’ll just end up hurting you if we continue this, especially because I don’t feel anything for you. You clearly have feelings for me that I can’t return.”
I get up. Grabbing my clothes scattered on the floor, I dress quickly.
Ruby is still sitting on her bed, her knees bent, her head resting on them, tears still streaming down her face. I kiss the top of her head, then turn away from her.
Picking up my leather jacket from her couch, I put it on and walk out of her house, closing the door behind me on the chapter called “Ruby.”
I walk to my Harley and swing my leg over the seat. Straddling my bike, I rev the engine and it roars to life.
I love the vibrations between my legs and the thrill my bike gives me when we hit the open road.
I ride to my apartment without giving Ruby another thought. She knows how I am. The distance my bike puts between her house and my apartment frees me from the suffocating feeling of being trapped.
