her he groaned and let his body fall next to hers. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her energy depleted but in a good way. His arm was over his face and his chest rose rapidly. Sam helped her off him next, and when she was between them, their arms wrapped around her body, all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn’t care about cleaning up. The fact that their scent covered her, that their cum filled her, just made her feel more possessed by the men she loved. She closed her eyes, feeling satisfied as she drifted off. Knowing that this would be the end result, that this was how her life would turn out, she would gladly endure the pain and heartache all over again.
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
The Darkest Pleasure
Jenika Snow
Excerpt
Chapter One
As I drove down highway 565 towards my new home, I really should have been more pleased. Getting a great job offer right out of college was a huge accomplishment, and being offered a position with one of the most well-respected advertising agencies in the country should have made me downright giddy. I was happy and relieved that I didn’t have to hunt for a job like so many of my classmates did, but I still wouldn’t say I was happy. I had to relocate thousands of miles to where my new home would be--closer to the firm, but far from everything I knew. Of course it wasn’t as if I had many friends or any real attachment to anyone or anything in particular. I just hated the idea of leaving familiar surroundings and starting over in a new place.
Shifting in my seat, I switched the CD player on, hoping the music would wash away my now-depressing thoughts. Why the thought of starting over was depressing, I really had no clue, but I turned the radio up and let the sounds of Muse’s New Born carry through my car. I was happy, at least I tried to tell myself that.
I was a grown adult with a degree under my belt and a promising job awaiting me, and if it killed me, I was going to make it work. Humming along to the song, I watched the yellow line flow beneath my tires. I had opted to drive instead of take the plane that my new employer, Cayne & Cayne Advertising, had offered. I liked road trips and I had wanted to see a bit of the countryside. It was a long drive, but it had been well worth it. Now that I was thirty minutes from my new home--the small town of Westerbrooke, Colorado--I actually started to feel excited.
My life hadn’t been memorable thus far, so the twinge of excitement in my stomach made me smile. Maybe those long talks with the college counsellor had done some good. Of course, I had cringed when one of my professors had suggested I speak with Dr Clay. I hadn’t known I needed to speak with someone. I had a 4.0 GPA, and had made the dean’s list. I thought I was doing pretty well. My professor’s suggestion made me wonder if I had just fooled myself into thinking everything was okay, when the problems in my past still haunted me.
I was still a virgin, and to some people it may be a great treasure, to save a virtue that told of your innocence. Of course for me, it wasn’t as if I wanted to be a virgin, but with my past, I hadn’t let myself give up that one thing. Maybe it was also because the right guy hadn’t yet come along. Dr Clay had advised me that in order to get over my past, I needed to start a new future. Losing my virginity was part of that new future. I had been stunned when he had suggested such a thing, thinking it rather unprofessional for a doctor to speak with me about losing my virginity. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it all the time, though. I felt that many things held me back from what I could achieve. I knew I had to change how I thought, as well as how I acted. In college it was easy to ‘get laid‘, but my heart wanted what my brain pictured. Needless to say, I didn’t go back to Dr Clay.
My haunted past was what stood in the way of my happiness, I know
Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
The Darkest Pleasure
Jenika Snow
Excerpt
Chapter One
As I drove down highway 565 towards my new home, I really should have been more pleased. Getting a great job offer right out of college was a huge accomplishment, and being offered a position with one of the most well-respected advertising agencies in the country should have made me downright giddy. I was happy and relieved that I didn’t have to hunt for a job like so many of my classmates did, but I still wouldn’t say I was happy. I had to relocate thousands of miles to where my new home would be--closer to the firm, but far from everything I knew. Of course it wasn’t as if I had many friends or any real attachment to anyone or anything in particular. I just hated the idea of leaving familiar surroundings and starting over in a new place.
Shifting in my seat, I switched the CD player on, hoping the music would wash away my now-depressing thoughts. Why the thought of starting over was depressing, I really had no clue, but I turned the radio up and let the sounds of Muse’s New Born carry through my car. I was happy, at least I tried to tell myself that.
I was a grown adult with a degree under my belt and a promising job awaiting me, and if it killed me, I was going to make it work. Humming along to the song, I watched the yellow line flow beneath my tires. I had opted to drive instead of take the plane that my new employer, Cayne & Cayne Advertising, had offered. I liked road trips and I had wanted to see a bit of the countryside. It was a long drive, but it had been well worth it. Now that I was thirty minutes from my new home--the small town of Westerbrooke, Colorado--I actually started to feel excited.
My life hadn’t been memorable thus far, so the twinge of excitement in my stomach made me smile. Maybe those long talks with the college counsellor had done some good. Of course, I had cringed when one of my professors had suggested I speak with Dr Clay. I hadn’t known I needed to speak with someone. I had a 4.0 GPA, and had made the dean’s list. I thought I was doing pretty well. My professor’s suggestion made me wonder if I had just fooled myself into thinking everything was okay, when the problems in my past still haunted me.
I was still a virgin, and to some people it may be a great treasure, to save a virtue that told of your innocence. Of course for me, it wasn’t as if I wanted to be a virgin, but with my past, I hadn’t let myself give up that one thing. Maybe it was also because the right guy hadn’t yet come along. Dr Clay had advised me that in order to get over my past, I needed to start a new future. Losing my virginity was part of that new future. I had been stunned when he had suggested such a thing, thinking it rather unprofessional for a doctor to speak with me about losing my virginity. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it all the time, though. I felt that many things held me back from what I could achieve. I knew I had to change how I thought, as well as how I acted. In college it was easy to ‘get laid‘, but my heart wanted what my brain pictured. Needless to say, I didn’t go back to Dr Clay.
My haunted past was what stood in the way of my happiness, I know
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