That will wear me out and I can finally stop fantasising about a man I could never, ever have. I slid back down in the bed, pulling my panties off, and relaxing into the pillows. Closing my eyes, I let my hand coast down my stomach, imagining it was Wyatt, his beard tickling along my thighs as he slid his tongue over my clit. Pushing my finger through my folds, I circled over my throbbing clit. My thighs fell to the side, allowing me to run my fingers through my wetness.
Images of Wyatt’s green eyes swam through my mind followed closely by that growl. My incredible imagination of having him fuck me against the wall with that huge dick, with no care in the world outside of that bathroom. Using my fingers, I pushed them over my clit, rubbing quickly, my tummy fluttering with my upcoming release.
I threw my face to the side, moaning into the pillow, and trying to keep from crying out. Moving my hand up, I slapped my hand across my pussy, the slapping of my wetness and the sharp sting rocketing through my legs, the nerves going down to my toes forcing them to tuck under. My hips rolled around and around, my pussy eager for more attention, even if I was my own hand.
A girl could dream, right?
I slapped my pussy again, biting down on the pillow as I moaned into it, my clit throbbing as I moved my fingers over it again.
One stroke, two, three and…I stuffed the pillow over my face as I cried out when my orgasm crashed over me violently. Only moving the pillow away once I couldn't breathe anymore, I tried to stifle my remaining moans as the orgasm ebbed, sending my body into a blissful state of relaxation.
Oh yeah.
That was most definitely needed.
I could feel the sleep coming, but the worst part about this room was there was no bathroom, and I didn’t want to sleep until I had cleaned myself. Shoving up, I grabbed my flat sheet and wrapped it around my body, before opening my door, checking to see if anyone was there and dashing into the bathroom, turning the knob to lock it this time.
I definitely didn’t want Wyatt to see what he had done to me with just a few growls.
Cleaning myself as quickly as I could, and resisting the temptation of the spa bath, I wrapped the sheet around me again and dashed back to my room, stopping when I saw movement to the side of me.
My heart sank when I saw who was casually walking out of Wyatt’s room, readjusting her top and skirt.
“Nothing to see here, Rolls,” she sneered, using the nickname from school that I had hated. “Prez clearly needed a real woman to fuck.”
My eyes shot to the double doors, where Wyatt stood with his shirt off, and a curious look in his eye as he watched the exchange. My cheeks were flaming with humiliation as I watched her laugh before she headed down the stairs, and I bolted inside the room, locking the door before I made a fool of myself.
Fuck.
Since when was Tee Thompson a club girl?
Reaper
Hearing that woman cry out and moan had my cock rock fucking hard. It had taken everything I had in me not to march down the hall, kick her door in and take over. I bet she’d taste like fucking heaven.
The fact my son knew only ground my gears all the more.
My fingers had dug so hard into my doorframe, stopping me from making a huge mistake, and they still ached now. After seeing the exchange between Rowan and Tee, I wondered what their history was, obviously it hadn’t been kind, but it wasn’t for me to get involved in the squabbles of women.
It was better this way if she thought I’d fucked the girl.
Goddamn Tee.
The woman didn’t take no for an answer. I could still feel her unwanted attention all over me. Sure, I could have shut my eyes, thought about Rowan, and let her suck me dry. It probably would have been a better choice than sitting here with a raging hard on for the one girl I couldn’t have.
If I didn’t think she needed our help, I would tell her to stay elsewhere…away from me. I wasn’t strong enough to resist her.
But I was already on a rocky path with Trey. Stealing his girl? Yeah, probably not going to go over too well and then I’d lose him completely.
Laying down in my bed, I fisted my cock for the second time in the space of an hour, and tried to think of anyone but Rowan.
It was useless.
She was all I could think about, even before she turned up here, I’d fantasised about her being mine. She was too young for me, way too young for me, and yet I couldn’t seem to care. I wanted her in every fucking way possible.
Tugging my cock a few more times, I came hard, all over my chest. This was going to be a problem. I needed to find my son, and get this cleared up, and her away from me as soon as possible, or I’d end up losing everything.
But you’d have her.
