Page 58 of Breaking Hollywood

Great. Now, I’m gonna have to go jack off again. There’s no doubt about it.

“Go on then. Get to bed.” My tone is testy, but I’m too wired to care.

“Come on, Gucci,” she coos, moving past me and into the kitchen.

And the goat trots on after her.

I shut the utility room light off and move through the kitchen.

She’s holding the door open for me.

I shut the kitchen light off, plunging us into darkness.

“You need me to do anything before I hit the hay?”

Suck me off. Show me your tits. Let me fuck you seven ways till Sunday.

“No. I’m good.”

I see her smile in the darkness.

“Thanks again, Gabe. I really do appreciate you.” Then, she puts her hand on my shoulder, reaches up, and kisses me on the cheek.

Her lips are soft against my rough stubble.

She smells like apples and sex. Really great fucking sex.

“Sleep well,” she whispers, withdrawing. Then, she’s walking down the hallway, disappearing into her room.

And I’m left with another raging hard-on.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair.

I stomp back to my bedroom—well, stomp as best as I can with a broken foot and boner. I drop down onto my bed, tossing my crutch across the room in frustration.

Goddamn hot chick in my house, driving me fucking crazy.

Why did I have to say she could stay here and that I’d pay her for taking care of me?

I could be balls deep in her right now if I’d kept my big fucking mouth shut.

Goddamn it!

I need a drink.

Ah, fuck!

I forgot to get a whiskey because of her sexy ass sleeping on my floor, and I didn’t even get to have a smoke.

I swear, she’s doing this shit on purpose just to torture me.

I grab the pillow from under my head and cover my face with it.

“For fuck’s sake!” I growl into it.

A few days ago, this woman wasn’t even on my radar, and now, she’s invading my headspace and my home.

I take hold of my throbbing dick and squeeze hard.