I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life than Pete in lingerie. “I don’t know if I want to look at you wearing them all night or if I want to rip them off your body.”
“You’re in luck tonight...” He spins around showing me the opening at the crease of his ass. It’s not a jockstrap but fucking assless panties.
“Get up here, Jellybean.” I reach for his hand and yank him onto the bed next to me. “Mhm, let me look at those panties.”
He lays on his back and I explore his naked body with my mouth. I mark both of his pecs with my teeth and kiss every muscle on his torso, not stopping until I have his lace-covered dick in my face. I suck through the fabric and I’m met with the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard. Wanting to hear it again, I close my lips around his still confined tip and suck, tasting his precum on my tongue. Just as I predicted, he gets louder. “I could stay down here for hours. You taste as good as… jelly beans.”
He laughs at my words but a squeal leaves his lips as soon as I turn him over to taste every single part of him. “Mmm, this is convenient, I admit.” I push his legs further apart and the hole in his panties spreads, showing me the dark pink pucker I crave. Without any warning I dive in with my tongue.
“Oh fuck yes. Make me soft and wet, you sexy beast.” He moans and I chuckle. “Come on, Gavin. Put those fat fingers inside me. Get me ready for that big cock.”
“You’re a bossy little shit, aren’t you?” I look at him and realize that I wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Fuck yes. Hurry the fuck up. I’m dying here.” I chuckle, lean over the bed to reach the drawer where I keep the lube and…Oomph. My body hits the hard floor and I lift my head to look around my empty room.
Another dream.
Motherfucker.
This has to end. I promised to be his friend. I need to stop with all these fantasies about getting him into my bed. I just need to get rid of the ache in my blue-as-fuck balls first.
CHAPTER 12
PETE
Have you ever looked up the definition for a friend? Because I have. A friend is a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection.
It’s been a month since Gavin apologized for assuming I have a drinking problem and he has been anything but a friend to me. Pleasant of course, cordial even, like he would be toward all his employees. He waves hello every morning and makes small talk on breaks but every day he leaves early. As soon as the last client is done he is out the door like his ass is on fire.It’s so frustrating. How am I supposed to give him the affection part of a friendship when he’s avoiding me? Because that’s what it is – avoidance and it’s not even subtle. He’s starting to hurt my feelings.
When I bring him his coffee, he thanks me without any eye contact. When I ask if he needs anything he just politely declines. He’s not even giving me any order forms to complete because that would mean I would have to sit in his office with him.
The only time I notice any reaction from him is when Ash comes in and asks me out, which is becoming a daily occurrence. Gavin just grunts and disappears into his office. Actually it’s beyond frustrating now. My head lifts up as the bell above the door chimes and speak of the devil.
“Hey Ash.” He’s carrying bags, probably with our usual lunch order. “I was just about to make my way to the deli. Are you a mind reader or something?” I lean over the desk, putting my forearms on the surface.
Ash puts the bag next to me and one of his hands lands on mine. I hear a familiar growl from the work space behind me. I smile and probably encourage Ash with it, because he leans in my direction and whispers in my ear, “I just wanted to–” Something crashes in the background and we jump apart at the sound.
“Uhmmm, Trouble, could you please get some cleaning supplies from the closet?” Carter’s voice brings my attention to the disaster on the floor. Somehow Gavin managed to knock over his supply tray, spilling ink and water on the tiles.
“Gotta go.” I slip my hand out from under Ash’s and run to the closet. When I get back he’s still standing where I left him. “Text you later? I have my hands full here at the moment.” I try to sound apologetic and I think I pull it off because he smiles and backs his way to the door.
“Sure, or I’ll text you.” He waves at the guys and then he’s gone.
I immediately get to work, although Gavin is already on his knees, trying to clean up the mess.
“Hey, Grumpy Bear, why don’t you prepare new supplies and clean yourself up. I got this.” I pat his arm and shoo him away.
He stands and just looks at me with a weird expression on his face. Is he angry?
“What–” Before I can finish my question he storms past me.
I look at the guys and shrug my shoulders.
“Friends my ass,” Carter mumbles. He winks at me and resumes aftercare on his client. I analyze the situation. Why is he reacting to Ash that way if he just wants us to be friends? And we aren’t even friends at this point, more like acquaintances who happen to work in the same place. Work colleagues would even be a far stretch. It’s absolute bullshit.
Gavin comes back cleaned up, frowning as usual.
“Thanks, Pete. I’ll take it from here.” Without looking at me, he sets up his supplies again and gets to work. Dismissing me. Why is he treating me like this? I haven’t done anything wrong.
