More than the anger at her was the anger at him. He fucking knew better than to get in a tangle with her. Not when he knew her history, knew he was not what she wanted, but he was a damn fine plaything while it lasted. A perpetual ATM and credit card with unlimited cash back bonus rewards.
He shook the water from the hair he’d allowed to grow longer than usual, since his not-to-be-named ex preferred the length.
A haircut was in order.
Yeah, that was what he needed.
First, a dog, then a haircut.
Except a haircut would relieve none of the pent-up anxious stress brewing inside.
The thing he needed?
Fuck it. The thing he needed was a release from this stress. Something that didn’t matter. Goddamn, just something to take the edge off of this… anger mixed with a heavy dose of pain.
Make no mistake, it fuckin’ hurt. His heart hurt. His soul hurt. His head hurt.
Thanks to Courtney’s outstanding couch, his back didn’t hurt though. He should probably tell her that she picked good furniture. They hadn’t attempted to say nice things to each other for quite some time until last night.
Resolved to make things right, he let the water in Courtney’s shower beat into his skin, washing away the night before, Em’s betrayal, and what he had to face today.
Courtney said she had his public relations challenges in hand. He didn’t doubt it, she was excellent at her job.
The only thing he had in hand was his dick.
His life was fucked beyond all recognition, and his dick still wanted an early morning release. Given that he’d lived in this body for, oh, going on thirty-some years, he knew that if he didn’t handle this situation, then he’d be more of an asshole than usual later in the day.
Everybody around him deserved better than that.
He closed his eyes, gave himself a stroke, and squeezed the tip with just the right amount of pressure, letting nothingness take over any space in his brain with a shiver.
Given that most of his spank bank currently comprised a woman he did not want to think about and who wouldn’t be named, he scrolled back through his mind. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how a guy looked at it, Courtney’s face when she climbed into his car came to the forefront. The way her dress crept up high on her thigh.
The sass and attitude she tossed at him.
He stroked again and groaned.
Okay, let’s just see where this went.
He moved his hand up and down on his shaft, his whole body shivering and clenching along with his fist.
Courtney’s legs with just the little gap between her thighs, sitting in his Aston Martin. She could just take a finger or two and slide it up along her inner thigh.
His balls tightened in response. He gripped harder.
Fuck it, she was off-limits, but this was a fantasy and no one else had to know.
He stroked. He moaned. The water sluiced over his shoulders.
“Oh my God,” Courtney of his fantasy said, more than a little breathy.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, pressing his eyelids shut so he wouldn’t ruin the fantasy that was giving him the best erection he’d experienced in forever.
“Holy crap, you’re… Oh my God,” Fantasy Courtney whispered, her voice pitching higher at the end so it wasn’t really a whisper anymore.
His dick hardened further in his palm and damn. Fuck. Shit. He was playing with fire.
“Enjoy the ride, Court,” he murmured to Fantasy Courtney.
