CHAPTER 15
BECK
I walk out of that shower like I’ve been hit by a bus. A sexy, terrifying, orgasm-withholding bus, but a bus, nonetheless.
My legs feel heavy and unsteady. My head feels hollow. And my heart is yet to resume a normal beat. But the worst part…
I’m still hard.
Painfully, humiliatingly hard. Even after an orgasm so intense I swear I felt my soul leave me. My spine could have detached from the rest of my body, and I wouldn’t have been surprised. It took me apart so entirely, I feel like every joint and muscle has been stitched together with yarn, like a rag doll.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I grab a towel from the shelf and wipe myself off in frantic, sloppy motions. All I want to do is get dressed and pretend my life isn’t spiraling completely off the rails. I need food, probably some electrolytes, and to sleep for a week.
Brody is thankfully missing when I shove into the locker room with a towel wrapped around my waist, and another held infront of me like a shield. As if I can get anything past the evil soul sucker himself.
I glance around in case he’s hiding behind a row of lockers and waiting to pounce, but he’s really gone. I’m alone in the locker room. Even knowing that, I can’t seem to relax. Especially when I see my bag out of my locker. It’s sitting on the bench, wide open and messy, like it’s been rummaged through. My body tenses, and I have to remind myself that I’ve been breaking into his locker for weeks. If anything, this is confirmation that he knows it was me, but he’s only just now confirming it was yet another win he let me have.
A blinking light gets my attention. My phone, sitting on top of my rifled-through bag, has a notification.
One new message.
I tap the icon to open the message and find a text chain started by me, or rather my phone. Brody must have used my phone to send himself a text, then updated the contacts.
Captain: You don’t have to pretend you don’t like it, you know. I’ll give you everything you need.
Captain? He put his name in my phone as CAPTAIN? And of course he changed my name toBecky. I want to throw the phone across the room, but also my chest feels all fluttery and my cock twitches and I want to throwmyselfinto moving traffic.
I type before giving it much thought.
Becky: Stalk much?
Three dots appear instantly.
Captain: I think you like it.
I groan aloud. Even alone in the locker room, my face goes up in flames.
Becky: Captain? Really?
Captain: That’s what I am to you.
Becky: I’m not calling you that.
Captain: Mmm. I hope not.
Becky: Fuck off.
Captain: If you want to come again, all you have to do is ask me nicely.
My body jolts so hard I almost drop the phone. I can’t do that again. I just can’t.
Is it the waiting for as long as I did that I can’t fathom? Or the giving in to his demands?
It doesn’t matter. This is absolutely not happening. No chance.
Becky: I’m blocking your number.
