She’s soaked.
Because of me. Because of what we did on that bed. The knowledge sends a shiver of satisfaction through me.
She positions herself against her pillows, legs spreading, and for a moment she just breathes.
Fuck.
She’s trying to talk herself out of this.
Don’t.I think, stroking my cock.Don’t you dare fucking stop.
Her hand moves between her legs, touching herself over her underwear first, testing. Her hips jerk at the contact, and I stroke myself harder.
I’ve imagined this. Late at night, when I should be sleeping, I've pictured her exactly like this. Desperate and needy and thinking about me.
But imagination has nothing on reality. Nothing on watching her slide her underwear to the side and seeing how wet she actually is for me. Nothing on watching her turn on the vibrator and immediately press it between her legs with a gasp.
She reaches for her pillow, pressing it to her face.
Smart girl.
Can’t let your roommate hear what I do to you. Can’t let anyone know you’re touching yourself while thinking about the man you should be keeping at arm’s length.
Her hips start rolling and I match her rhythm, stroking myself in time with her movements. I imagine it’s my hand between her legs. My mouth. My cock buried deep inside her while she screams my name.
On screen, her movements become more frantic. Her back arches harder. Her free hand fists the sheets.
She’s close.
I can tell by the way her whole body tenses, by the way her hips chase the vibrator with increasing desperation.
My hand moves faster, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine.
Then her mouth moves against the pillow. And I read my name on her lips.
Echo.
She’s silently moaning my fucking name. Coming to the thought ofme.The knowledge destroys me.
My vision whites out as my orgasm hits with enough force to leave me shuddering. I come harder than I have in years. Her name, a broken curse in the silence of my car as I paint my hand and steering wheel with the evidence of how fucked I am.
When I can finally breathe again, my vision clears andI look back at the screen to find her lying there, just as shaken as I am. She looks as satisfied as she is unsettled, which is profoundly amusing to me. I smile to myself as I tuck my cock back into my jeans and clean myself up.
Bambi gave me something tonight that she had no intention of giving me. Proof that I’m not the only one losing control.
This isn’t one-sided anymore.
This is mutual destruction.
And it’s time for Bambi to come to the same conclusion I have. We are inevitable.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dahlia
I’m standingin the pasta aisle holding a plastic basket full of things I don’t remember choosing, wondering how I ended up here.
Not the grocery store. I know how that happened. Fallon strong-armed me into leaving the apartment with promises of snacks and sunlight, like I’m a feral cat she’s trying to rehabilitate.
