She beams. “I can help you organize it. Wanna talk through it now?”
“Yes,” I half-shout, desperate to talk about literally anything, as long as it doesn’t involve her beautiful body or how close my bed is or how hard I am or have been.
We spend the rest of our dinner outlining the week. If I thought it would distract me, I was wrong. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life. I can’t concentrate on anything else but her hands, of all things, typing on her stupid slow-ass, school-issued laptop, thinking of her fingers wrapped around me. A week ago, which now seems like centuries ago. Her mouth forms words that I don’t hear. Instead, I think of the shape her lips take when she comes.
By the time we finish, it’s not a good look for me. I tuck my dick into the waistband of my pants while she starts to load the dishwasher.
“Leave it,” I tell her, voice ragged. “I’ll do it.”
She looks at me, clearly affected, too, her pupils blown and her nipples rock hard and poking through that fucking tank top, which she must have had for decades based on how thin the material is.Fuck. “Okay,” she says. “I’m gonna go.”
I stand like some sort of gentleman seeing her off.
“Good luck with that,” she says, walking towards me to leave the kitchen, ponytail swishing across her back.
“With the dishes?” My mind has scrambled.
“No,” she says. She drags her middle finger up my erection, from base to tip. “With this.” She sways out of the kitchen with a confidence that did not exist before last week.
I go over to the sink and put my hands on the edge, knuckles turning white from gripping it. I’m surprised it doesn’t crack.
I know what I’d normally do under these circumstances. I’d go into Manhattan or hit up a random number on my phone, but I tried that, and something about it seemed incredibly wrong.
Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement… NO. Shut that shit down.
Fuck the dishes. I walk over to the living room, trying to collect myself. I’ll do the dishes later. Mia’s grabbed her laptop and hidden in her room, and I’m happy for the space.
I’ve just resigned myself to jerking off in my bedroom once again, when something flickers on the television for maybe two or three seconds.
It’s a porn website. The video hasn’t started playing yet—it’s just the beginning of that annoying ad about finding hot older women in your neighborhood. But my eyes flick down to the title of the video.
Hot blonde creampied by brother’s BFF huge cock
“Fuck,” I hear Mia shriek from inside her bedroom, a split second before the screen disappears from the television.
Forget Captain America. I become the Hulk.
SEVENTEEN
Mia
No…Fuck, fuck,fuck, I’m shrieking, trying like hell to disconnect my laptop from the TV screen.
I hear Elias stomping over, and I slam my laptop shut, looking around me frantically, realizing that I’m already naked and that my vibrator is ready on the bed next to me a split second before something ridiculous happens.
Elias tries the handle of my door, realizes it’s locked, thenfrontkicks it, entirely shattering the wood around the doorframe. The door swings open, and he stands in the doorway like an enraged bull, chest heaving, nostrils flaring.
My mouth drops open. I completely forget that I’m naked. “What the fuck?” I breathe. “That was…” My mind blanks for a long moment. “…Unnecessarily dramatic,” I manage.
Elias blinks, then comes back to his body. He looks at the door. “I have no idea why I did that.”
My mouth is still gaping open like a fish. “That’s…” I shake my head. “You will be paying for our security deposit, Elias.”
He takes a deep breath then looks directly at me. “I have a proposition.”
I raise an eyebrow, Elias style.
“Friends with benefits.” My eyebrows go higher. “Well, lifelong friends with benefits,” he amends after seeing my reaction. “Sex friends. Lifelong sex friends,” he rambles, then cringes. “No, not that. But just sex. Keep it a secret and never tell Leo. At least until we get this,” he gestures at his dick, obscenely hard under his pants, “all out of our systems.”
