“Always,” I said, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “I’ll always come when you call, Riley. No matter what or when. You call, I answer. That’s how this works.”
I left before I could do something stupid like climb back into that bed and never leave.
The walk back to my apartment was even more torturous. Every step reminded me of what I was walking away from. She might not be ready to admit it, might still be hiding behind the word “friends,” but now I knew she wanted me.
I made it through my door, slamming it shut behind me with enough force that the frame rattled. The apartment was dim and empty, curtains drawn against the midday sun, but I didn’t bother with lights. My blood roared in my ears, every nerve lit up from the morning’s torment. I couldn’t wait. Hell, I didn’t even make it past the entryway. My back hit the wall hard, pants shoved down in a frantic yank, cock springing free, thick and veined, already slick at the tip from the ache that hadn’t eased since her thigh ground against it.
I wrapped my fist around the base, squeezing tight, the rough drag of my calluses pulling a grunt from my throat. Stroked up slow at first, then faster, desperate, base to head in punishing pulls that made my balls draw up. I replayed it all, her body flush against mine in the sheets, the deliberate press of her leg rubbing my length, the way her breath hitched when she felt me throb under her touch. Her voice, husky and teasing: “That’s a lot,” eyes wide, lips parted like she was already imagining them stretched around me, cheeks burning pink.
Fuck, Riley.I pumped harder, thumb swiping over the slit to smear precum down the shaft, hips thrusting into my grip like I was fucking her hand instead. I imagined bursting back into her place, climbing over her in that bed, pinning her down with my weight, her wrists caught in one of my hands above her head. Sliding my free palm down her stomach, under the waistband ofher panties, fingers finding her pussy soaked, lips swollen and parting for me as I traced the seam.
I’d circle her clit slow, teasing the nub until she bucked, then dip two fingers inside, curling them against that front wall, stroking in and out while she clenched around me, wet sounds filling the room. Her moans, my name gasped out as I worked her open, drawing it out, making her drip down my hand, thighs quivering. I’d watch her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, begging without words for more.
Then I’d free my cock, line up at her entrance, and-
The fantasy hit me like a freight train and I came in under thirty seconds, a guttural groan ripping from my chest as ropes of cum shot over my fist, splattering the wall, dripping hot down my knuckles. My knees buckled, vision blurring, cock jerking with aftershocks that left me panting, spent but still half-hard, the wolf inside snarling for the real thing.
Pathetic. Absolutely fucking pathetic, blowing my load like some horny kid from memories alone. But gods, shewantedme. That was enough to make the shame burn away, replaced by a fierce satisfaction.
I cleaned myself up, then picked up my phone, and called every electrician in Lysmont until I found one willing to do an emergency immediate call. I paid triple the rate without blinking. Gave them her address, her name, specific instructions to fix whatever was wrong and not to mention who sent them.
“Anonymous donation,” I told the confused woman on the phone. “Just fix her electricity. That’s all that matters.”
Three hours later, an electrician showed up at her door, fully paid. Problem fixed. No questions asked. Because that’s what friends do.
Right?
12
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Riley
I had been running on emotions all week.
Every time I turned around, Caelan was there. I wasn’t stupid. I knew the odds of running into the same person this many times were astronomically low. He was engineering these encounters, stalking me, if you wanted to be dramatic about it.
I should find it creepy…. But I found it devastatingly attractive.
The man was unfairly hot. Every time I saw him, my brain short-circuited a little more. The way he smiled when he spotted me, like I’d just made his entire day by existing. The way his eyes lit up, gray going warm, crinkling at the corners. The way his shirts clung to his shoulders and his jeans hugged his...
I needed to stop thinking about this.
It was Friday morning, and I was looking forward to brunch with the girls. A chance to vent about my confusing feelings, get some perspective, maybe drink enough mimosas to forget the way Caelan’s hands felt on my back at the lake. The way they’d felt on my waist that morning in bed and how he’d looked at me when I pressed my leg against his very obvious hard cock. How the heat had rushed to my core and how I’d had to squeeze my thighs together to get the slightest friction because I couldn’t just keep rubbing myself on him...
Stop. Thinking. About. This.
My phone buzzed.Yes.The group chat.
Margo:Bad news. A surprise client just walked in, some idiot wants to sue his neighbor over a fence. I’m going to be stuck here all day.
Sloane:Ugh. I’m out too. Something I ate is staging a revolution in my stomach. Full-scale mutiny. Pls send thoughts and prayers.
Riley:Seriously? Both of you?
Jade:Um.
Riley:Jade?
