“Okay, pretend I didn’t say anything.”
He said goodbye when his fiancé called for him, and I drove home with my mind too loud to make out any one thought.
Putting my car in park under the carport, I took in the golden light filtering through Alicia’s bedroom curtains.Just knowing she was in there—possibly naked—was enough to get me hard.I considered for a moment tossing pebbles at her window but decided it would probably land at creepy and not romantic.Then there was the issue that I’d become a stammering teenager, instead of the grown ass man I used to embody.There was a time, not that long ago, I hadsomefucking game.
Not anymore.
It only took a few minutes for me to get ready for bed, if Bliss hadn’t demanded my attention the whole time it would have gone faster.But eventually I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling with my covers draped across me.Inhaling deeply, I caught the slightest whiff of a scent.And just like that the specter of Alicia was lying next to me, her hair a sprawling mess on the pillows.I was surrounded by her in my thoughts, in my memory, and in the smell of clove lingering in my bed.
Slipping my hand under the waistband of my joggers and pushing them down to my upper thighs, I gripped my hard cock, giving it one firm stroke.
My eyes closed in relief.
I couldn’t satisfy my need for her, but I could quiet it.Pausing just long enough to pump lotion into my palm I started again.With each pull up and push down, my breathing grew heavier, my heartbeat pulsed in my grip, and I tried to recall exactly how she tasted.There was a rhythmic buzzing in my ear that called for my attention, but I stayed focused on the combination of reminiscence and fantasy playing out behind my eyelids.
Until I heard her throaty moan.
I froze mid-stroke.
Had I imagined it?Was I slipping that far into my mind?
All my attention was now outside of myself and focused on the buzzing—coming from the other side of the wall.
Fuck, I mouthed, throwing my covers off of me.Suddenly too hot.
Little creaks from her mattress carried through to my room, as well.
I pictured it.Her rocking her hips into her vibrator.I saw it in such clear detail it was like I was there standing at the foot of her bed watching.My cock twitched, and my grip flexed.I slipped my hand all the way off my head to push to my base.My toes curled.Everything drew tighter within me.
She groaned longer and a little louder.Cum dripped from my tip onto my wrist.
I wondered if she was watching something, or if like me, she just needed to think about us.Was she picturing my hands on her ass?Her tit in my mouth?My tongue on her clit?Was she wearing my shirt?Surrounded inmyscent.
Give it back to me with your teeth marks in it.
Her moans and whimpers grew less controlled, her climax nearing.
Cum rushed under my palm as I grew closer too.
She cried out, a sound that rang in my ears before falling silent.I bit my teeth together, stroking hard—my bicep and forearm flexed.
It was silent in her room, until she let out a self-deprecating giggle.“God, I need to be fucked.”
Cum spilled across my stomach in pulses.I sucked in deep breaths.Blood roared in my ears, but I could still hear her say, “That fucking man.”
I needed to be the man she was talking about.
Chapter Twenty-One
Remi
“Youokay,Rem?Youlook rough.”Nora paused in her filing to consider me.
I rolled my neck to loosen the tension in my shoulders.I’d slept like shit the past few nights.It’d been five nights since I heard Alicia through our wall.Ever since, I lay awake with my ears tuned into her as if she were a frequency they could pick up on like broadcast radio.Every creak of her mattress was torture, and my dreams were sweaty and hungry.
God, that sound.
Her sharp intake of breath before she cried out, the sound half caught in her throat mixed with the memory of her body taut in my arms, before slowly releasing and falling heavy to the bed.
