“Honestly, it’s fine. Let me grab a shower, and I’ll be over as quick as I can.”
“Thank you, Garrick. I really, really appreciate this.”
“See you in a few,” I say before hanging up.
“That didn’t take long,” Cohen says, creeping up behind me.
I didn’t realize he was here. Will is hiking with Ellen and his folks, and I left Noah at the gym as he has a boxing lesson. Ignoring Cohen, because I’m not in the mood to argue with him, I grab a glass out of the overhead cupboard and reach for the tap.
“You’re so fucking pussy-whipped already it’s pathetic,” he continues, trying to get a rise out of me as I fill my glass with water. He pops the top on the bottle of beer in his hand.
Grinding my teeth to the molars, I work hard to compose myself before I turn around to face my ex-friend and soon-to-be ex-roommate—if I have my way. “I don’t give a shit what you think.” I drill him with a dispassionate expression while I drink greedily from my glass.
“She giving up the goods yet, or are your balls still bluer then blue?” He smirks before taking a mouthful of his beer.
“Fuck off,” I snap, losing my cool. “My relationship is none of your business.” I drain my water and stow the empty glass in the dishwasher.
“Unless I make it my business.” He folds his arms across his bare chest and smirks.
I jab my finger in his chest, and it takes considerable self-control not to punch him in his smug face. “Stay the hell away from Stevie, and stay the hell away from me.”
I’m still fuming as I stand under the steaming-hot shower a few minutes later, wondering how I was ever friends with that douche. Cohen has shown his true colors these past few weeks, and alcohol can no longer be used as an excuse. Even Noah is fed up with his childish moods and nasty digs. I don’t think it’ll take much more for Will and I to convince Noah that Cohen needs to transfer to the frat house with his jock buddies for junior year. Neither of us wants to live with him any longer.
Will and I have discussed possibly getting a place with the girls. I told him it’s premature on my side, but I’m open to it. Stevie and I are both returning to Seattle for summer break, and I’m hoping it’ll be the turning point in our relationship. She told me last week she’s onboard, but she wants to wait until our exams are finished before making anything official, and I’m fine with that. I was prepared to wait as long as it took to convince her to go out with me, so I’m thrilled we both seem to be on the same page now.
Not touching her is slowly driving me insane. The more time I spend with her, the more I long to hold her in my arms, lay claim to her lips, and worship her body like the temple it is. But I can be patient for a little bit longer.
Stevie is worth it.
All it takes is visualizing her gorgeous face in my mind’s eye, and I’m hard as a rock. Wrapping my fingers around my aching dick, I close my eyes and imagine Stevie is in the shower with me. I jerk off fast as the fantasy plays out in my head, and it’s not long before I’m coming hard, spraying jets of cum all over the tile wall.
At least that should tide me over for the long journey ahead. While I relish the idea of spending hours in close confines with the woman occupying a starring role in my dreams, it’s also the sweetest torture. Being near to her and not getting to touch her is killing me softly.
* * *
“This is really sweet of you, Garrick, and I owe you big time,” Stevie says, buckling her seat belt as I kick-start the engine.
“I’ll add it to my Stevie list, and we can work out a reward later,” I tease, pulling out onto the road and peeling away from her apartment building.
“You and your list.” She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling as she looks across the console at me. “Will I ever get to see this infamous list?”
“It’s a mental checklist, but I can type it out if you like.” Taking my eyes off the road for a split second, I flash her a flirty grin.
“I’m not sure which would be best—seeing the list or just imagining what’s on it.”
“Depends on how vivid your imagination is.” I level her with a dirty look in case she missed the innuendo.
“I have a pretty vivid imagination.” She coolly stares me down with a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes. “I’ll see your dirty and raise you depraved.”
I bark out laughing, wishing I could pull over and impale her on my throbbing cock. “Damn, Stevie.” I adjust myself behind the zipper of my jeans. “You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m driving. I’m liable to drive us into a ditch.”
“Sorry.” Her lips curve up, and she looks completely unapologetic as she shucks off her coat and tosses it in the back seat.
My eyes are out on stalks as I rake my gaze over her pretty sage dress. It’s draped across one shoulder, ruched at her slim waist, and fitted over her hips, ending just below her knee. One side has a slit, revealing an expanse of creamy skin, and my eyes trail the length of her shapely legs, admiring the sparkly silver sandals on her pretty feet. Her toenails are painted a glittery blue color matching the polish on her fingernails. “You look beautiful,” I say over the lump wedged in my throat. “Your dress is gorgeous.”
Her cheeks flush with my compliment, like I’ve noticed they always do. “Thank you.”
“So, ugh.” I clear my throat. “Tell me about the party. Is this a special occasion birthday?”
