“The clever ones get that he's a bit of a loser in the end (but often not till it's too late). He can't make a lasting relationship because he doesn...t really think anyone else exists.” “Talking about yourself?” she murmured, turning back to the wine cart. “What are you if not a lone wolf?” The buzzer went. Here he was. She put her glass down and went over to the mirror. Not bad, for 37. Her hair was still its natural full chestnut color, fine against her pale skin. The black skirt suit had cost. His fingers moved faster and his sucking my blood drove me over the edge. I came to hard I thought my head would explode. He held tight to me fingering me harder. Kissing me deeper. I came again. Harder.Then I collapsed.When I came to, I jumped up in confusion. I was over come with an uncontrollable need for blood and an undying desire for orgasm. I looked around and saw him sitting, leaning against a tree. He watched me close. Then leapt out of the way when I sprang to claw out his eyes. He. Whatever you'd call what we did. My hand comes up to physicallymove my lower jaw around as the water cascades over my shoulders. It'sloose, but I can now move it a little. What would I call this? Ididn't have sex with him. I'm not in love with him, and we didn't 'makelove'. What would I call what we did, then? Pleasuring, maybe? Forcedface fuck? Geez, that sounds so violent. However, it's not too farfrom what we did. I just don't know if I like that sound of it. It'snot like I. ‘I have to go talk to her.’ Craig studied him in silence before nodding. ‘Be careful.’ Hayden wasn’t sure if he meant be careful on the drive, or be careful with Natalie. He fully intended to do both. He hurried away, looking for the limo he’d hired. On the way to the university, he wondered what he could say to make it up to Natalie. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. He should have tried harder to be with her. I’m a grown man, for crying out loud, he thought and shook his head. I could.