She tilts her head and fuses her mouth to mine. Something pings in the background. I ignore it and focus on making her feel good.
It pings again.Fuck.The team doesn’t need me at Bad Bastards that bad.
It pings again.Argh.
Aspen pulls back, blinking. She licks her wet lips.
“It’s my alarm.” My body heats even more at how husky her voice has become. “The shift I have at Clemson Library.”
I want to beg her to call in sick. Fuck, I can give her more money than the dumb job at the library. But I know that would ruin everything between us. She has her pride. My trying to buy her time would be a slap in her face, especially after what we just shared.
She clears her throat. “I’ll, um, be done at eight.”
“I’ll call you if I feel sick.” I give her a reassuring smile.
“No. You’re going to call 911 if you start to feel bad. Promise.”
She’s really cute when she’s worried and gets all firm and bossy. “Okay.”
“I’ll stop by after work to make sure you’re okay.”
“Awesome. I’ll wait up.” I smile like I’m not desperate for her.
* * *
As soon as I’m certain Aspen’s gone, I grab another shower, this timecold. I gotta do something about this damn hard-on. She probably didn’t notice because of the strategic way I placed the sheets, but I can’t leave my dick like this. It’s cruel and unusual.
The chilly temperature isn’t doing anything, though.What the hell?This is anti-scientific. Not to mention, cold showers never failed before.
My hard penis bobs.Hey, bud, you gotta do better.
The water spraying over me, I grip my dick hard and jerk my hand up and down. The kiss was rather chaste, considering what I really wanted to do, but my hormones are more excited than a kid at a rave doing ecstasy. I imagine her mouth over my lips, my neck, my chest. I fantasize her mouth trailing down until it reaches my dick.
“Fuck,” I mutter as my cock aches so hard, my vision dims for a second.
And I come. Jesus. That was embarrassing. I don’t think it took more than a couple of decent pumps. It was just the thought of her lips on my penis that did it.
I breathe out, my whole body descending from the sexual peak. I don’t think I’ve ever lost it like this. But Aspen does something to me that nobody else can.
I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my hips. I check my phone and see a bunch of texts. I ignore them all, until I get to the ones from my brothers.
–Noah: You aren’t dead, are you?
Huh?
–Sebastian: Hello? Do you think Grant’s in the hospital right now?
Oh. They must’ve seen a video of me falling off the horse. I should’ve known somebody would record it and plaster it all over the Internet.
I look for it, and sure enough. I hit play.
Damn.I whistle. It’s interesting to see it from a different angle. The tumble I took looks spectacular, especially with Starfire rolling over me. She gets up, then shakes her mane like a diva. George told me I need to stop feeding her so much because she’s getting fat, but she’s still a sleek goddess from every angle.
–Nicholas: Shouldn’t they be calling us about that, then?
–Huxley: Why would they call us? We aren’t his mother.
–Emmett: I can ask my mom to call his mom.
