Oh,God.
He’s really hard. And deliciously big. And making me think about how good that cock would feel everywhere I want it.
I should get up!Quick! Before he wakes up for?—
But it’s too late. Behind me, I feel the moment when he freezes, his breathing suddenly held.
And there’s only one sensible thing for me to do.
I pretend to be asleep.
He slowly eases himself away from me. I try to breathe the way people do when they’re sleeping, but I can’t remember how that works. Is it slow? Even? Or…I shouldn’t pretend to snore, right? That’s how people get caught at fake sleeping.
He rolls away, and I hear the slight thump of his feet hitting the floor on the other side of the bed. I lie perfectly still and listen as his footsteps move toward the bathroom.
The door closes and the shower starts.
Is he…?
Will he…?
I strain to hear. Something, anything. Breath catching. A rough groan. I want to know.
I want to be in there with him.
I want to get out of bed and knock on the bathroom door. Push it open. I want to see him through the glass shower door. Hand on the wall, head down slightly, body curved forward over the thick length of his erection, held tight in his fist. I want to watch his hand move over thehead, his grip on himself deliciously, punishingly tight.
One of my hands has crept down between my legs again, cupped around the warmth of my mound through my panties. The pressure feels so, so good. I could?—
“Hey. You awake?”
He’s standing in the bathroom doorway, towel around his waist, dripping.
“I was a dope and got into the shower without my stuff. Can you grab me my shampoo out of that bag?”
I ease my hand quietly from between my legs, roll out of bed, and hurry to do as he’s asked.
Shampoo in fist, he retreats into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
I bury my face in my hands, shaking my head at my own behavior. And then, before I can do anything else foolish and deluded, I reach for my phone and check my messages.
23
Rhys
We touch down in Sioux Falls late Monday morning.
Thankfully, Eden and I didn’t have seats next to each other. I can’t imagine what it would have felt like to spend several hours with her arm resting against mine. Breathing the scent of her shampoo. Trying not to look down the V of the pretty top she’s wearing. After knowing what it feels like to wake up with my arms wrapped around her and my dick nestled against the lovely soft curve of her ass.
The thought makes me duck my head and silently groan.
I’m pretty sure she wasn’t actually asleep. I felt that moment when she went from tense in my arms to limp, trying to fake it.
How do you make this situation okay, though? Because if I ask,Hey, were you awake when my erection was throbbing against your ass…?
How does that end anywhere good?
I mean, there’s the version where she says,Yes, and I liked it.
