“What the… Jerk!” I finally sputter, stomping my foot in frustration.
The shower down the hall shuts off, and I hear Sasha humming to herself.
Shit! I need to pull myself together before she sees me like this.
Stalking into my closet to grab the first thing I can find, I pull on a sports bra—which will force my nipples into submission—then tug on a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater.
Damn if giving me a taste of my own medicine didn’t work perfectly. NowI’mthe one left wanting again, my body still tingling from his touch.
By the time Sasha knocks on my door, I’ve managed to tame my hair and somewhat calm my breathing.
“Come in!”
“Was that Ryder I just saw stalking down the hall with resting murder all over his face?” she asks as she steps into the room.
Eyebrows raised, she has her hands on her hips. “And why does your face look like it just got caught with its nose in the cookie jar?”
I smooth my hands over my jeans, trying to regain my composure. “He just... We were just... Ugh!”
Sasha’s eyes pop. “Oh. My. God. You pulled a slow-burn on him while I was in the shower, didn’t you? You little slut monkey!”
“Maybe.” I collapse onto my bed. “And it was working too—until he turned the tables on me, again.”
“Details.”
With an exasperated sigh, I let ‘er rip. “I put on a skimpy pair of shorts and a tank top that was virtually see through and went down to mess with him. But he just lifted me onto the counter, kissed me senseless, then literally through me over his shoulder, carried me upstairs, dumped me in the middle of the floor and growled at me to get dressed.”
I groan. “Then he left.”
Grabbing a pillow, I bury my face in it. “This slow-burn game is torture.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Sasha laughs, sitting next to me on the bed. “All I know is that this is the best form of entertainment I’ve had in months. Maybe my whole life, actually.”
“I’m so glad my sexual frustrationamusesyou,” I mutter into the pillow as I flop back onto the bed.
“Oh it does. It definitely does,” she grins as she flops onto the bed beside me. “But I’ll bet he’s just as frustrated as you are.” She barks out a laugh. “Pretty sure I saw just how frustrated he is, too. Caught a glimpse of… Well, let’s just say… Congratulations?”
I toss the pillow at her head. “Fuck’s sake, Sash.”
She swats it aside. “So, what’s the plan now? Because from where I’m sitting, it hella looks like he’s winning.”
THIRTY-TWO
ryder
Fuck.Fuck. Fuckit-y. Fuck.
Chest heaving, I slam my bedroom door closed and slump against it, cock hard.
When I looked up and saw what Noia was wearing, I nearly fell off the stool. The image of her in those tiny shorts and that effing see-through tank is now burned into my retinas for all of eternity.
The way her nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric, and how her skin flushed even before I touched her—it took every ounce of self-control I possessed to walk away after I dumped her in her room.
This shit is just going to keep getting harder, and I still have some other stuff planned for next week before I let myself take her again.
“Goddammit,” I growl, yanking open the dresser drawer with almost enough force to pull it all the way out and onto the floor.
I grab the first clean shirt I find and pull it over my head, then snatch my leather jacket off its hook. I need to get out ofhere before I march back upstairs and finish what we started, friend visiting or not.
