When my body hits that too-sensitive feeling, I flip off my vibrator and toss it aside. For a few minutes, I just lie there, my vision blurry as I stare up at the ceiling.
I feel like I’m floating in the clouds.
“Wow,” I murmur to myself.
I’ve never orgasmed that hard from masturbating before, ever. And it happened while I fantasized about the guy I hate.
Even as the thought formulates in my brain, I know it’s a lie.
Because I don’t hate Liam, not anymore. I like him. A lot.
Chapter 19
Liam
Iwalk inside the pub where I’m supposed to meet Kendall for book club tonight and head straight for the bar.
“Could I get a double shot of tequila, please?” I ask the bartender.
He returns a minute later with a small glass of amber liquid. I slide him cash and tell him thanks before downing it.
I take a breath, feeling a little calmer.
I don’t normally need two shots of hard liquor to calm my nerves. But tonight is different.
It’s been a handful of days since Kendall and I last saw each other—since we kissed.
Just thinking about kissing her makes my dick twitch. I take a breath. I really, really don’t want to pop a boner in public.
I shift on my bar stool, thankful when that bastard in my pants settles down.
I try to distract myself by watching the massive flatscreen TV above the bar. There’s a baseball game on, so I try to pay attention, but after a minute, my mind wanders to that kiss in the bakery.
I think about how soft and sweet Kendall’s lips were, how I’ve been fantasizing about kissing her for days.
It was a ballsy as fuck move to kiss her. But things between us that day were fun and playful. Yeah, we were giving each other shit, like we always do, but we were having a good time with it too. When I lied about us being a couple, she played into it. She didn’t stare daggers at me like I thought she would.
When the bakery owner suggested that we kiss for the photo, I was certain Kendall would say no. But then she gave me the surprise of my life by saying yes. I think about that flash of amusement in her eyes, that teasing smile.
I think about how soft and pliant her lips were, how she moaned softly into my mouth when I parted her lips open with my tongue.
My dick begins to stir, just like it did that day. And every day after.
That day, I went home and immediately jerked off to the fantasy of kissing Kendall. Each time, I let my mind wander. I let my filthy brain go wild imagining what it would be like to kiss her breathless, to drag my mouth down the side of her neck, her tits, her stomach, all the way to her pussy…
I instantly deflate when I think about what a creep that makes me. I jerked off to having imaginary oral sex with my female friend who can’t stand me half the time we’re together. I’m pathetic.
That thought is what causes my dick to wilt in my pants. Good. I don’t want Kendall walking in here and seeing me half-hard.
Shame cooks me from the inside out. I bet she wasn’t fazed by our kiss at all. She hasn’t even texted me. Probably because she’s been busy with work and taking care of her aunt. I bet she’s forgotten about our kiss by now. I bet she hasn’t even thought about me these past few days.
I glance around the bar and spot Kendall walking through the entrance. I force those thoughts out of my mind. No more thinking about our kiss. We’re here to talk about book club.
“Hey.” She nods to the empty glass sitting in front of me. “Getting a headstart?”
I shake my head and flash what I hope is an easy smile. “I had a tequila craving.”
She chuckles. I notice her cheeks are flushed pink. “Tequila actually sounds kind of good.”
