I push the condom into the bottle, screw the cap on tight, and drop the whole thing into the trash. I step into the shower and crank the water hotter than necessary, scrubbing my hand like it’ll erase the memory.
But it doesn’t.
It ignites a fantasy. One I can’t resist indulging in.
I’m hard. Aching. And in my mind, I’m on my knees in front of Cullen, his fingers tangled in my hair, his breath catching as he spills over my tongue.
I brace one hand against the tile, the other wrapping around myself. The heat of the water isn’t nearly as scalding as the need flooding my chest. My hand moves faster, slick from the steam, every stroke timed to the rhythm of Cull’s moans echoing in my head.
I lean forward and use my free hand to play with my ass. I’ve been priming myself for a while now, though I’m not sure what for. It’s not like I’m having sex any time soon, but still, I can’t help breaching my tight ring of muscle when the memory of those sinful, raspy moans is so fresh in my mind.
My fingers find that sensitive button inside and press. My balls draw up, a tingle sparking at the base of my spine. I’m close, my toes curling against the slick floor as I give myself a few more rough strokes. Everything inside me clenches. My body jerks, cock pulsing as I explode over my hand and shower floor, Cullen’s name burning the back of my throat but never making it out.
My breaths are ragged, and I have to breathe deep through my nose to settle my racing heart.
Fuck.
I don’t know if I’ve ever come that hard before.
I ease my fingers out and glance down at the mess. My cum is swirling down the drain, right alongside the fantasy.
A heavy throb settles in my chest, a dull echo of the pleasure I just felt. All that’s left is the bitter reminder that he’s with Hadley.
And straight.
Can't forget that part.
He’ll never love me the way he loves her, which leaves me with nothing but my fantasies.
I turn my face into the now lukewarm stream and go through the motions of a quick rinse, trying to wash off the heaviness.
A harsh rap on the bathroom door pulls me from my miserable state.
“Hurry up, Hudson. I need to exfoliate and do a hair mask, and I don’t want to be late for school,” Hadley snaps through the closed door.
I glare through the frosted pane of glass, hoping she can feel the heat from my eyes through the bathroom door. I'm in no mood for my sister’s temper tantrums. Besides, what even is a hair mask? I thought those were for your face.
Chicks are weird.
Hadley keeps banging on the door while I dry off, taking my time on purpose. I slip into my boxers and t-shirt, grateful for the distraction, even if it's her. The weight in my chest lingers, but I shove it down and focus on the little things, like spending way too long styling my faux hawk just to piss her off.
Brother perks.
I love my sister. But messing with her is easier than dealing with my own shit.
I open the door with a smug grin, my sister staring back with burning eyes.
“Sorry, sis, it takes time to look this damn good,” I tease with a wink and a self-satisfied smile.
She shrieks, stomps her foot, and shoves me aside. I chuckle when the door slams shut behind her, but lose it in a full-on belly laugh when I hear her indignant muffled rant from behind the door. No doubt she’s just discovered I left her with no hot water.
Shaking my head, I head back to my room to get dressed. I pull on my favorite pair of distressed jeans and a gray polo, finishing with a spritz of cologne.
My phone chirps, notifying me of a new text. I grab it from the nightstand and swipe it open.
UNKNOWN:I can’t wait to see you today.
I ignore the message and shove the phone in my pocket.
