“What!?” She squeals.
“Nothing happened. I fell asleep in his bed and when I realized I freaked out so bad I fell out of it. Then his dick was in my face.”
“Wait. Hold up. Nothing happened but you had that man’s penis in your face?”
I laugh to myself as I remember how ridiculous it was, “Sure did. It was hard for it not to be. I was on the floor; he was stood up.”
“But you didn’t put it in your mouth?” She hedges.
“No!”
“I bet that man is packing some serious heat, am I right?”
My cheeks burn with the memory. Those flannels didn’t hide much, and Willow isn’t wrong. Thick, hard, long…
“Oli!?” Willow snaps my name, bringing me out of my own head. “Were you just picturing his dick?”
“Stop talking about his dick,” I sit up, fidgeting to try and disperse some of this tension in my muscles.
“Okay but can you confirm first? I need to know for research purposes.”
“Research?” I scoff incredulously.
“Yes.” She states matter of fact.
“Fine. Yes.” I give up the information reluctantly, wiping the back of my neck.
“I knew it!”
“Okay new topic, did you fuck Sebastian?”
“No,” I can hear her pout through the phone, “He told me I was too drunk and to go home and sleep it off.”
“Wow.”
“Mmhmm,” she grumbles. “I don’t like this topic.”
I laugh, “Well I’m bored out of my mind. Malakai is off in the city and all the staff here are avoiding me.”
“I see you’re making friends,” she says sarcastically.
“Whatever. I’m going now.”
“Don’t be sour,” she laughs, “You’ll settle in soon enough.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I say, “Love you, bye.”
“Loveyoubye!” She says it so quickly all the words roll together and then the phone disconnects, leaving me in a silent room.
Snow is gently falling beyond the window, settlingonto the already frozen ground but as peaceful as it is, I can’t relax. It has a lot to do with this morning. Now I’m a woman who has control over herself, one bad experience some years ago sort of forced me to do it, but seeing Malakai like he was this morning…
All those muscles, that lazy feline grin on his face, the hard length of his erection.
I squirm, the heat building in my core making my thighs ache.
“Don’t do it, Oli,” I talk to myself, “You’re not getting off to images of the husband you didn’t want.”
But fuck, I’m horny.
