“Because I waited at the bottom of the mountain for her to drive by before I came up. And… I’m hungry.” He grabs a covered bowl of chili and a spoon, eating it cold. “Aren’t you supposed to be guarding her?”
“Yeah, and I am.” Mutt goes to her door, sniffing, confirming what I already know. Alena’s safe at work because I sent the real threat packing yesterday. “You checked on that Carter fucker, right?”
“Yeah. He’s gone,” Jace talks with his mouth full.
I turn to Jace, who’s leaning against my countertop. “Did you see him?”
“My Glock saw his face, but he didn’t see mine. Pissed himself though.”
Jace wore a mask. Usually, we do when we work.
“What about his girlfriend?”
He shrugs. “Wasn’t there, just him, jumping in his truck with a go-bag and wizzed jeans.”
Trotting past me, Mutt enters, aiming for Jace.
He’s such a slut for ear-scratches and leftovers.
Jace gives Mutt a head pat before loading his spoon with more chili, glancing around my place. When he spots the ring light by my bed, his bite hovers in front of his lips. “Bruh? Really? You can’t stop pulling your massive pud online, even when you’re on a protection detail?”
Last night, after my performance, I closed my laptop and passed out from exhaustion. It wasn’t physical. It was emotional.
I’ve been falling for Alena for years, and last night, I finally landed. My feet found me on the ground, inches from her, with my heart pounding in my chest, and I was done waiting.
I had to kiss her.
It was that, or my goddamn ribs would explode.
But when she moaned at my kiss, when I finally grabbed her hips, my dick almost exploded in my pants. Thank fuck my heart wouldn’t do it.
I won’t rush Alena. We’ll go at her speed. Even though Boner feels it’s glacial and bullshit, I won’t fuck this up. If there’s a way for Alena to fall in love with me, I’ll find it.
So I did what most men do. Women, too, I guess. I found my hand in my pants, trying to give myself relief for another day.
But last night was different.
Yeah, I always think of Alena when I come, but this time, it’s like I had an erotic fever dream.
My loyal OnlyFan, @DirtTGirl, suddenly smeared some line in my psyche, like the two women became one in an orgasmic hallucination of lust and love colliding, and that shit can’t happen again.
I’ve gotten by on jerking off, imagining Alena. On pleasing fans while I do it. Yes, it’s my kink. It’s been my odd way of staying celibate for her.
But now?
I have a real chance with Alena, and I’d never cheat on her. I don’t need OnlyFans when I can finally have the only one I want.
Quickly, I pack my gear, hiding it under the bed. “Whatever, man. I did it for a good cause.”
“Uh, yeah.” Jace laughs.“’Causeyou like masturbating.”
“And you don’t?”
“Nah, I prefer the real thing.”
“Uh-huh, and what’s her name?” I make my bed, met by his silence. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So, until you claim her, you’re in love with Palmala Handerson.”
He chuckles, setting his bowl in the sink.
