Chapter Twenty-Three
Tommy
The girl I love spent the night in my apartment.
Just not in my bed.
My feet hit the ground heavily as I push through my morning run. I couldn’t sleep knowing she was here, I gave up trying at 6am. Before I left, I checked in with the security team to make sure she would be okay while I nipped out. Well, more like threatened them. Last night should never have happened, I pay them a shit load of money to keep her safe, yet Jake still managed to get close enough to touch her.
Fury isn’t a strong enough word for what pulsed through me last night.
The sun is shining today as I travel up the river, back towards my place. Even though I’m in the city centre, there are beautiful routes to run around and get lost in. It’s peaceful out here at this time on a Sunday morning, hardly anyone is around, like the world is still sleeping. Onlythe odd fisher man with their rods cast out, after spending the night in their bivy’s.
Fishing was our family activity that we would do together, packing up and getting away for the weekend to different spots around the UK. Whenever it got too much for Maya at home, I would do the same with her. I’d pretend it was what I had planned to do anyway and ask if she wanted to come along, she always did.
Leaning back on our fold up chairs, we watch the river flow by. I don’t usually take my eye off my float, as when that goes under water, I know I’ve got a bite and need to strike but I can’t help but take sneaky glances at Maya.
She looks so relaxed here, just me and her in our meadow. The sounds of the river, the leaves on the trees rustling and the odd animal letting us know they’re around is all that we can hear. The sun peeks through the canopy of trees making her hair look golden, like the angel she is.
“I love it here,” She says, still lost in thought as she takes it all in. “Thank you for bringing me today, I’m sorry to barge in on your fishing day,” She looks at me with a cute smile on her face, a lot more relaxed than she was earlier.
“Don’t be daft, I like you coming with me. It would be boring without you to keep me company. How else would I take all my embarrassing pictures holding the fish without you?” I wink, knowing how much my poses make her laugh. I do the worst oneson purpose just to see her reaction, it works every time.
“I just don’t get it. All boys seem to do is the same constipated face when they hold them like a trophy. If you don’t want to touch the bloody thing, just take a picture of it in the net,” She scrunches up her nose in the adorable way that she does.
I’m that busy staring at her, I don’t realise I’ve got a bite until she screams with excitement.
“Tommy! Your floaty thingy has gone under the water!”
I jump up, grabbing my rod and striking with all my strength.
Shit, this is a big bastard.
After a few minutes of fighting, I manage to reel it in and unhook it. Maya is crouched down next to me, using the tip of her pointer finger to stroke the fish’s scales. A look of awe on her face.
“This one is pretty. Can I do one of your poo face poses with it?” She asks, not taking her eyes of this fish.
“Of course you can,” I say with a chuckle. “This one is a grayling, you can tell by its large fin on top.”
I help her pick it up, and she gets herself ready into position. Squatting down, leaning on one knee and trying hard to do the moody face most anglers do but when I take the picture, she’s mid laugh. Looking more beautiful than ever.
This is one of the many reasons I love her.
By the time I make it back to the apartment,everyone is awake and lounging in the living room. All of them looking like they’re ready to do the walk of shame in last nights clothes.
“I brought the goods,” I say, as I walk over to the table and putting the tray of coffees down from the café downstairs.
I don’t think I have ever seen the girls move as fast, rushing over to pick up their drinks, these girls are feral.
“Oh my god, I think I love you,” Maya ends it with the sexiest moan I’ve heard in a long time, sending blood rushing to my dick and my heart to my throat.
I rush out of the room, trying to hide the tent in my shorts as I tell them I’m heading for a shower. I feel like a fucking teenager, unable to control myself around the girl I have a crush on.
Locking the door to my bedroom, I strip off my sweaty gym gear and make my way to the en-suite. Turning the shower on, I step in before it has chance to heat up, hoping the icy blast of water will shock some of this pent-up emotion out of me.
Stress, anger, sexual tension.
My dick is still hard as a rock. Lathering up the shower gel in my hands, I give it one light stroke. Electricity shoots up my shaft. Fuck, that feels good, bracing myself with one hand planted on the shower wall, the water cascading over my lowered head, I keep going. My fist squeezing the end before pulling back, overand over again.
