“Yeah, sometimes I think they’re the only reason I’m still there.”
Thoughts about funding her camp idea circle my brain, and I have to stop myself from saying anything. No way she’d ever let me help her.
“You know,youcould work with people you’re close with if you bought the bar,” she says.
“Wren…” I pause. “Maybe you’re right, but I think today was a turning point, and the CEO gig is the better option.”
“If you say so,” she says.
I’m surprised when she doesn’t say more, and despite the meeting with my dad and the dinner, I’m still not one hundred percent sure I’m making the right choice. What I do know is I’m more sure than I was yesterday, and that has to mean something.
She finishes the rest of her sandwich, and when she’s done, she walks her plate to the sink. “I think I’m going to head to bed,” she says.
“Okay. Yeah, I’m pretty tired too.”
I walk her to her door, and we both pause outside her bedroom. “Thanks again for the cooking lesson,” she says. Dolly runs between us and jumps on the bed. My eyes follow the cat and land on Wren’s vibrator laying on the mattress.
So, is that what she did while I was gone?
She must see it too, because she quickly moves into herroom, sits on the bed, and throws the blanket over it. Blush covers her face, and she clears her throat. “Okay, well…night.”
I hold back a laugh and have to force myself to look away from where I know the toy is sitting. “Night, Wren,” I say, turning and moving to my room. I can’t help but wonder who she thought about when she made herself come, and how I would give anything in the world to see her fall apart like that.
I run my hand down my face, shutting my door behind me.
While my head seems to know I can’t have her, it appears my dick still hasn’t gotten the memo.
Looking down, I adjust my erection, and then I do what I know I shouldn’t. I move into my bathroom and turn on the shower.
Undressing and stepping inside, the warm water runs over me as I stroke myself to thoughts of my roommate making herself come. The vision is hot as shit, and in no time my cum paints the tile wall in front of me as I find my release and breathe outhername.
CHAPTER 24: BEST SEX OF MY LIFE LEVEL LOUD MOANING
WREN
The past week and a half, Tanner and I have fallen into a comfortable rhythm. His work schedule has gotten a little more consistent now that his dad appears to be coming around to him taking over, so most nights we’ve spent time together cooking and getting to know one another better.
I can feel us growing closer, and despite my one mild lapse of judgment with my vibrator, it feels like he’s turning into my best friend, and I feel bad that I judged him so harshly at the beginning of our friendship.
Every so often, though, something deep in my gut makes me think that what’s happening is more than just friendship, like missing him when we aren’t together or the fact that I’ve saved every one of his notes and doodles, and they currently are all living in my bedside table drawer.
Both of which I don’t have the energy to dissect today because I’m ninety three percent sure my uterus is holding miniature knives and alternating between stabbing itself and my back.
A loud knock on the door causes Dolly to stir and press her paws against my back.
“What?” I groan.
“It’s me,” Tanner says through the door. “I was wondering if you wanted to come play pickleball with me, Logan, and Enzo. We need a fourth.”
“Donovan isn’t going?”
“No, he’s showing a house. Are you okay? You sound like shit.”
“I’m fine, just slowly dying.”
“Wait, what?” He pushes the door open without warning, and his face falls when he sees me. “You look pitiful. Are you sick?”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
