“Do you have any idea how quickly panties come off when I can quote one of those Bridgerton brothers?”
The wordpantiesbrings me right back to Everleigh’s perfect ass headed for my cock and the lace edge pattern straining against her leggings. I’d give a kidney to know what color they were. Red? That would suit her bold, unapologetic personality. Or maybe pink? Despite her rough and tough side, she has a softer girly side too. Or maybe they’re black, hinting at a wild she-wolf persona she only unleashes at night.
“I’m going to bed,” I say, pushing out of my recliner before my boner becomes any more obvious. My dog doesn’t budge, letting me know where his allegiance lies tonight. “I guess I know where you’re sleeping,” I say to my dog at the open doorway.
“He likes me better.”
“Just remember who cleaned up your pancake puke,” I say to Thor.
The pup just stares at me, refusing to so much as lift his head from Flynn’s lap.
Just as well he sleeps with Flynn so I have some much needed privacy. The second I close the bedroom door, I yank down my zipper and free my cock from my boxers. I press one hand against the wall as the other strokes my length.
Now that I’m finally alone, the dam holding back all wicked thoughts of Everleigh breaks.
I revisit the memory of her flirting with me in her kitchen yesterday, where she called me sexy.
I stroke a little faster, biting back a groan.
It’s so easy to picture her in those skimpy shorts that were definitely panties. Does she sleep in them?
I jerk harder.
I picture the way her baby blues turned a shade darker as we stood at the garage door less than an hour ago. She wasdefinitelystaring at my lips like she wanted to taste them. Was she wet with want as she stood there, gripping the door frame with both hands?
Pressure builds in my cock, a warning that I’m close.
It’s the image of those fucking nipples poking through a thin pink shirt that does me in.
Cum shoots from my cock, the sensation nearly knocking me on my ass. I clamp my lips shut, swallowing the groans as my knees threaten to buckle. It’s only my palm flat on the wall that keeps me upright.
I feel relief at last, although I know it’ll be short-lived. That’s how it’s been for almost a year now. Only when I someday drain this cock inside Everleigh’s sweet pussy to claim her for my own will I ever truly find relief. And maybe, not even then.
CHAPTER 7
Everleigh
I really need to return Wyatt’s button-up shirt. At least that’s what I tell myself as I strip out of my pajamas and slip the green, blue, and white patterned flannel over my shoulders. My hard nipples tingle as they glide against the fabric.
This is so wrong.
And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself.
“It’s just a crush,” I mumble, buttoning up the shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone. It’s not enough to expose my nipples, but I bet it’d be enough cleavage to give Wyatt Knight a hard on. At least, in my imagination it is. Because that’s all this is, I remind myself as I pull my favorite vibrating dildo from my nightstand drawer—a fantasy.
I have an hour before Wyatt’s due to pick me up to head to Stone Ranch. For once, oversleeping wasn’t an issue. I spent the night tossing and turning about my camera. I’m banking on this early morning orgasm to give me the courage I need to take photographs today. All hard things are easier to face on orgasm brain. Probably should’ve remembered that when I went up against that tube of cinnamon rolls the other morning.
The idea of holding my Nikon is far scarier than that stupid tube, though. Which is why I’m entertaining this forbidden fantasy at all. Pretending Wyatt’s watching me play with myself? Well, that’s sure to make me come extra hard.
I need all the help I can get.
I toss aside the covers in the dark room illuminated by the glow of early morning twilight, propping up the pillows so my body sits at a forty-five-degree angle. I bend my knees and spread my thighs wide. Wetness drips from my pussy as I pretend Wyatt’s sitting in a chair at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a smile as he watches me. I imagine him fisting his cock as he tells me toGo ahead, Ev. Show me how you use that toy on yourself.
I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, widening the path for the bright orange ribbed dildo. I no longer have to wonderifWyatt’s cock is bigger than my toy—after bumping it with my ass last night, I know for a fact it is.So much bigger. God, I bet it’d split me in two.
A whimper escapes my throat as I slowly slide the toy through my folds, coating it in my wetness. When the tip grazes my button, my hips buck. Fuck, this isn’t going to take long at all unless I slow it down. Applying pressure to my clit with the tip, I stroke the dildo through my folds, bringing myself right up to the edge.
I yank it away two seconds before I explode. I don’t want to come yet. I want this orgasm to be so fucking good I forget what fear even is.
