I shift just a little bit, just a touch higher, until I feel the tip of his dick underneath my hand, and it sends a rush through me, setting off fireworks between my legs. His hand comes to rest on top of mine, inviting me to stay where I am, and I take that invitation with one more gentle squeeze.
His fingers flex around mine in response. I can’t help but smile at the warmth that spreads through my chest. I may not have much experience in either field, but I’m pretty certain people who are just friends don’t touch each other like this.
The party rages on for another couple of hours until the kids are all sufficiently sugared out and their grown-ups are ready to get them home. I help Macie pass out goodie bags to each of them, stuffed with some silly toys and evenmore sugar, then I send her off to play with her new toys while I clean up. Colt hangs back to help me, grabbing piles of plates and wrapping paper to shove them into garbage bags.
I pause with a dirty plate in my hand, watching my sister while she makes her new dolls dance with each other. Colt nudges me with his elbow. “Hey. Are you alright?”
“I’m gonna try to get guardianship of her,” I tell him, my eyes not leaving Macie.
“Good,” he says with a nod, “I think you should.”
Warmth radiates from his hand landing at the small of my back and I feel like I’m floating. For just a second, I let myself melt into that touch, the quiet intimacy of it.
I’ve never had someone give me these small things – stroking my hair, a gentle hand on my back. I’ve never had someone make me feel safe. Not like this, at least. Not in a way that makes me blush or makes my heart skip a beat. I’ve dreamt about feeling this way, I’ve craved it, but I’ve never had it before. I’ve never ached for someone like I do for him.
FOURTEEN
Colt
I turn over in my bed and pull my arm behind my head, using it as a pillow, and I scratch at my bare chest before grabbing my phone to check the time – it’s well after one in the morning. I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, unable to shake that interaction with Rowan from my mind. The way that her hand felt on me. How hard I had to fight against myself to keep from taking her right then and there.
A ping sounds from my phone as I set it down, alerting me to an incoming text message. Swiping the app open, Rowan’s name lights up across my screen.
Why is she awake?
Rowan:Thank you again for today :)
Rowan:I’m really thankful that you were there.
A smile creeps across my face as I type out my response.
Me:It was my pleasure. It was good to see you happy.
Rowan:Can’t sleep?
Me:Apparently neither of us can.
This is a dangerous game. If I was a smart man, I would turn the phone off and find something else to do to occupy myself until I was able to sleep. A smart man would put an end to this.
Rowan:What’s your excuse?
Me:Do I need one?
Rowan:There’s always a reason.
Me:And what’s yours?
I watch as the chat bubble appears and vanishes several times, chuckling at the thought of her trying to think of what to say; how far to take this.
An image flashes through my mind of Rowan in her bed. I wonder what she wears to bed – I would love to see her in one of my button ups and nothing else. The thought of it alone sends heat through my body, fast-tracking to my dick, which stiffens in response.
Rowan:I have a chronic case of a wandering mind.
I close my eyes, letting my own mind wander. I picture her trailing a hand up her bare thigh, teasing herself until she finds home, sliding her fingers inside. I think about how my name sounds on her lips when she moans, what she sounds like while she fucks herself for me.
The pressure in my cock has gone from pleasant to almost unbearable. I wrap a hand around it and start pumping in even strokes, keeping a steady pace as the pleasure builds. Picking up the pace, I tighten my hand, imagining how Rowan’s pussy would tighten around me. My mouth falls open and I start to pant as I thrust against my hand, replaying the sound of my name on her lips over and over again.
When I reach my breaking point, I come, moaning out her name while release pours out of me until I’m left empty.
