At least, I thought it was a gasp. I wanted it to be.
His body froze, trembling as my legs widened. There was no way he didn't see it. When he finally caught his breath and raised his head, he looked straight into my eyes.
I didn’t know what he saw. I could feel my own intensity. I knew my expression showed what I wanted, that my body was stock still apart from the hitch of my brow, like I was asking him what was going on.
Whatever it was, his face tumbled instantly.
That Fischer training kicked into play as he shot back up, letting Molly run a napkin over his lips, but I was done.
“Sorry!” Harry chuckled as he stood, fanning the hem of his damp t-shirt. “I need to go and clean up.” He grinned at Molly. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He gave her a peck on the cheek before he weaved through the crowd to the bathroom. I watched him go, stunned at how I needed to grip my chair to stop myself from going after him and licking up the beer for him.
If I was right, if he’d seen my cock, then those little flicks of his eyes back to mine as Molly mopped him up were enough to tell me what he was feeling.
And I was fucking proud that I’d put him on edge. But why the hell was I reacting that strongly?
A knot formed in my throat as Molly turned back to me with a smile.
“He’s such a mess, honestly,” she said with so much love that Harry would go gooey.
Irritation buzzed through me, and I didn’t want to be around them any longer.
“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.” I rubbed the back of my neck. She looked at me so openly, exactly as a friend who had no idea I’d just pictured fucking her fiancé's face would.
“Really?” She frowned. “I was just about to make a speech.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. Sorry, there’s a court date drawing closer, and I need to be ready.”
“Oh, well…” Her face fell. She loved giving speeches but honestly? They all tended to follow the same format.
I knew I was being an arse, but I needed to leg it. It was either go after Harry and show exactly how hard my cock was, or get the fuck out of there.
“I’ll get the highlights from Harry tomorrow.” I grinned at her, and she returned it.
“Alright, you better,” she warned.
“I’ll see you later. Tell Harry I said bye.”
I’d normally hug her at this point, but I didn’t want her seeing how I was rock hard just because Harry spilt his beer. I gripped my jacket to my stomach and turned from her as I rose from the table. A few of the others looked up, but most of them were caught up in their own conversations. They were used to me taking off once I’d found someone for the night, anyway.
Did I do it deliberately or subconsciously? Was it a total accident that, when I stood to leave, I forgot that my phone was already in my jacket pocket?
Either way, I only looked briefly as I swiped the phone off the table, slipping it into my back pocket as I pushed through the chatty crowd.
I had no idea at the time, but that was the action that sealed my fate. It was one of those small moments that go by completely unnoticed until I found myself lying in bed sixweeks later with a broken heart, covered in cum, wondering how the fuck I screwed up so badly.
Harry
Ithought the night had been going well. It was the first time since I’d proposed where I was actually relaxed, enjoying the atmosphere between me and Molly. Eight extra hours at work were worth it to feel like that again.
I was used to going without sleep, and the cloying sensation of exhaustion was no stranger to me. But even twenty-five hours was pushing it. It had been easier to stay awake at the pub with the noise and constant conversation.
The night flowed with light happiness. Three hours later, I was standing in the centre of our living room, numbly watching Molly as she tore through the house.
“For fuck’s sake, Harry, can you please help me!?” she yelled from behind me. “I can’t go if I don’t have my phone!”
She’d wanted to stay until closing. We had to reschedule her taxi to the airport twice, which meant we only had ten minutes to arrange her luggage. That, on top of the way I was suddenly obsessed with knowing if Dom’s cock had been hard for me, meant my patience was running thin.
We’d been searching for her phone since the taxi dropped us at home half an hour ago, and it was pure chaos. But I’dswitched into a calm state where all I could do was breathe. Everything was happening around me, not to me.
