A friend that you imagined fazing on your couch twelve point seven seconds ago.
I woke a sleepy Max, carrying his weighted blanket over my shoulder as he stumbled up the stairs to his room. He fell asleep again as soon as his head hit his pillow. I crept out of his room and shut the door, my heart taking off in another galloping rhythm when I saw Jace sitting at the top of the stairs.
“Hey,” I whispered, “Thanks for carrying Ryla to bed.”
Standing up, he nodded and took one backward step down the stairs, our heights becoming even. His rich hazel eyes were watching me with a fervent intensity that made my core throb.
“Everything ok?” I asked, mouth dry.
The silence between us held until my palms twitched forward at the same time he took another step down.
“I leave around five-thirty for the club tomorrow morning. I have a few things to do tomorrow so I won’t be home, back here, until the late afternoon.”
“That’s fine,” I said despite feeling disappointment that he wasn’t going to be here. He started to turn when I called out, “Wait!” halting him on the stairs.
I didn’t have anything I wanted to say. I just wasn’t ready to have him leave yet.
He quirked an eyebrow as he waited for me to say something, the heavy silence continuing to stretch between us as my mind drew a blank.
Actually . . . that’s a lie. My mind had a lot of thoughts—only none of them were appropriate.
Kiss him!–Sixteen-year-old Polly.
Tear that shirt off his body and wear it like a cape as you run your hands over his slabs of abs! –Twenty-four-year-old Polly
Tackle him to the ground and mount him!–She-cougar Polly in heat.
“Don’t expect another forty-dollar tip,” I blurted.
A wide smile stretched over his lips. “I thought I’d at least earned a fifty considering how many extra hours I’ve been putting in.”
I shook my head, smirking. “You’ll be lucky to get a quarter if you keep that attitude up.”
Jace grinned, shuffling down a few more steps, then turned back to me once more, eyes serious. “You give him hell tomorrow—I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
I watched as Jace jogged down the stairs, then down the hall, longing and disappointment growing with each step he took away from me.
I laid awake for a long time that night. Glancing at the clock, I saw it’d been two minutes since I last checked the time. Which meant it’d been four minutes since I’d pulled out my earbuds in frustration, after I imagined the male character in my book with curly brown hair instead of blond, with an easy grin and dimples instead of a stiff upper lip, and bright hazel eyes instead of blue ones.
My clit ached as I rolled to my stomach. I laid there for another few minutes before sitting up and turning on my bedside light. I glared at my earbuds. I was aware I was being ridiculous. So what if I imagined Jace as the male character in my books? Whatever I did in the privacy of my own bedroom was my own business.
Resolutely, I grabbed the damn ear buds and turned off the light. Laying on my back, I turned onAmerican Cream.
“Don’t come,” Helena whispered in his ear as she squeezed her cunt around his rock-hard cock.”
I slid my hand under my panties, finding myself slick and hot, then slid my fingers up to circle my clit.
“She cupped her breasts, bringing them to his mouth. He obliged, greedily sucking a taut nipple into his mouth, earning a hiss of pleasure from Helena.”
I reached up with my other hand and grasped my nipple, teasing it, imagining how good it would feel to have Jace over me—or better yet, below me, totally at my mercy.
“She rewarded him, rocking her hips up and down, moaning at the sensation of her clit dragging against his studded cock. He popped off her breast, letting out a frustrated grunt as his wrists pulled against the handcuffs behind the chair.”
I increased my pace, rubbing and circling my clit, pinching my nipple, my breaths coming in pants. I’d never had that during sex. That feeling of control. Sex had always been in a bed, missionary, and brief. The thought of being in control, taking what I wanted and having my partner love it just as much, spurred my climax on.
“Helena smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. “Don’t you dare even think about coming. I want to fuck you until you’re begging me for release. Until you’re so deep inside of me, you don’t know where you end, and I begin. Until you’re so mad with lust, you can only remember my name.”
My orgasm ripped through me as I pictured coming around Jace’s cock, his arms pulling against the restraints as he tipped his head back and found his release, the only thing louder than the mutual pounding of our hearts being the sound of him crying out my name.
