And those two are my biggest sexual temptation to date.
12
Kayla
Reese nearly clicked his heels together in the air when the short plaster cast was removed. He was all but running when it was replaced with the aircast.
He’s been going hardcore in hydrotherapy ever since. I’m finally seeing the athlete emerge. The drive, the dedication, the obsession. I’m usually the one pulling him out of the water, stressing he’s had enough. Which is ironic, considering I’m the exact same way when it comes to running. I love to push my body, and clearly, so does Reese.
It’s a strange little dynamic Reese, Dev, and I have. Besides the two of them constantly trying to get in my pants, we have become a peculiar three’s company. I find myself spending more time at Dev’s house than I do my own. I still refuse to give in to either one of them, so it’s an odd dependency that’s formed. At the end of the day, I just can’t bring myself to choose one or the other. Almost as if it wouldn’t be fair. So I keep a safe distance from both, only indulging in them in my dreams.
It’s nearly seven by the time Reese and I get back to Dev’s. He’s picked up an overnight shift in the ER, so he won’t be back until early in the morning, which leaves Reese and me to our own devices. We decided on leftover pizza, beer, and a movie. Don’t get the wrong idea—this isn’t a Netflix and chill kind of situation. It’s two friends hanging out on opposite sides of the couch. I heat up the pizza while Reese cleans up. He’s fully functional now, which means no more oddly taken baths or legs wrapped in plastic bags to shower.
I pushed off bathing duty on Dev since we all know what happened the last time I took a sponge to Reese’s body. Speaking of. My breath catches as he walks into the kitchen freshly showered, with damp hair and no shirt. My eyes immediately dart to his chest and the detailed mechanical tattoo that stretches over his right arm, pec, and all of his side.
He’s too damn hot for his own fucking good and, what makes matters worse, he knows it. He also knows I’m watching. Following him with my eyes as he opens the refrigerator and pulls out a beer.
“You want?” he asks holding up a dark green bottle.
“Yeah.” But I don’t think I’m going to drink it; I think I’m just going to pour it over my head, hoping it’ll extinguish the incessant lust.
Reese grabs an extra bottle and walks directly toward me. I stand there glued in place as he approaches. He’s not wearing his cast, so his stride is fluid, nearly normal, all the cuts in his abs and peaks on his chest rippling enticingly. I swallow hard, really needing that fucking beer.
He stops a breath away from me, the smell of soap lingering between us. His eyes are wide, alight, and bright, bright blue, like a sparkling ocean. He holds up the bottle, pulling it away when I try to grab it. He smirks fiendishly. But I don’t give in. I just stand there patiently, ready and waiting for whatever he’s got. He’s the jester. He likes to play. And he does it well. Too well. But two can play at that game.
“What movie do you want to watch?” I lean up against him.
Reese breathes heavily in my ear, an erection growing instantly underneath his gym shorts.
“If you’re this close to me all night, it doesn’t fucking matter.”
I smile to myself. Men are just too easy.
“I can’t make any promises on proximity.” I continue to rub up against him, teasing the shit out of him long enough to distract him and grab the beer.
“Hey,” he protests once I back away. “Dirty tease.”
“And you love it.” I crack open the top and take a sip.
“I would love it more if you were standing there naked drinking that beer.”
“Dream about it.” I throw back my usual reply.
“Oh, I do.” He looks like he’s about to devour me as he walks by and into the living room.
I hold my breath the whole time. I wonder how transparent I really am. Can he see through my guise? Does he know how much I really want him underneath it all? How much restraint it takes to deny us both?
“What movie?” He plops down onto the black leather couch and picks up the remote.
“A romantic comedy,” I request as I sit on the arm.
Reese curls his lip. “Again? C’mon, Kayla, I need some action.”
“Clearly.” I giggle, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
“Okay, that’s not what I meant. But I need that kind of action, too.” He grins, adjusting himself. I giggle harder.
“You think this is funny? You caused it, you little cock tease.”
