What the actual fuck was that last night? My pulse races as my mind replays how it felt opening my eyes and finding Grady standing in my doorway, catching me in such a compromising position.
Why was he there in the first place? It was late, and I didn’t even know he was home yet.
A more concerning question, though, is…why didn’t I stop?
Something came over me—something strong and wanton—and it’s like my hands weren’t my own. My body wasn’t my own. The two were so far disconnected from my mind and all rational thought that they were moving of their own accord.
He just fucking stood there in the dark. Wearing nothing but his underwear, to make matters worse—not that they could’ve gotten much worse. Eyes laser focused. Even in the dark hallway, the light from my bathroom was enough to show the look on his face. The way his lips were parted in shock.
And me…bare-ass fucking naked, my hand around my cock. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten laid. I don’t even know how or why I ended up jacking off like that. Usually, I just rub one out under the covers like a normal fucking human being, but something came over me when I got out of the shower that I didn’t even bother turning off the lights.
Why. The. Fuck. Didn’t. I. Stop?
An equally confusing and disturbing question is, why was the fact that I was being watched such a turn-on? I’ve never been into that, but looking up and finding a tall shadow in mydoorway was a thrill unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. And that’s saying a lot since my job is one giant thrill after another.
What does this mean?
Nothing, obviously.I was turned on, and weird things can happen when you’re turned on. Plus, I was exhausted.
“Fuck, snap out of it,” I growl to my own reflection as I turn on the faucet and run my hands under it, gathering enough water to splash my face. I gotta pull it together. The odds of running into Grady as soon as I go downstairs are much greater than not, especially considering his bedroom is down there. I can’t choke and make a fool of myself in front of him, or tip Suzy off to anything that’s going on. Ihaveto get it together. It was a weird situation, but it doesn’t mean anything.
After I brush my teeth and swish around some mouthwash, I step into a pair of sweats and put on a t-shirt before bounding down the stairs. By the time I reach the last step, I can already hear Grady talking to Suzy, and I stop in my tracks for a moment, giving myself a few seconds to gather myself.
It doesn’t mean anything.
He’s probably just as uncomfortable as I am.
I can do this.
Squaring my shoulders and working my jaw, I stroll into the kitchen, finding them both in there as I figured. Suzy is sitting at the bar watching as Grady grabs the waffle mix and the chocolate chips out of the pantry. I smirk, taking in the sight. She has him wrapped around her little finger, and he probably doesn’t even realize it.As soon as I enter the kitchen, they both turn and look at me, my smile gone as my heart thumps against my ribcage. All of the color drains from Grady’s face as he freezes in place. Our gazes connect for a moment, and the filthy memories from last night dash front and center. I can feel my cheeks heating up, and I know they’re probably red.
Is he thinking about it too?
“Daddy!” Suzy booms, breaking the eye contact between Grady and I as I flit my attention over to her. She’s smiling, and she’s still got her stuffy in her lap. “Uncle Grady said he’d make the waffles for me.”
“Well, honey, I told you I’d be right down.”
Her face scrunches up. “Yeah, but Uncle Grady makes them better than you.”
Grady snorts, and my jaw drops at the insult given in such a sweet little voice. “I make great waffles,” I argue, not really knowing why I feel the need to defend myself.
Suzy holds her hand out, pinching her lips together like I just said something wildly ridiculous. “Daddy, last time you burned them.”
Chuckling, I say, “That was one time.”
“I don’t mind,” Grady chimes in, his voice coming out more shaky than normal. “I don’t have to be at the arena for another couple hours, and I’m hungry too.”
I glance over at him, and just like before, as soon as our eyes lock, it’s like the floodgates open, and every single detail about last night smacks me in the face. The shock I felt when I looked up and saw him in the doorway, the arousal that consumed me, taking me by surprise, when I realized I was being watched, the way my body came alive like it hasn’t in so many years... I don’t get it. Why?
Clearing my throat, I run my fingers through my hair as I nod. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll go take a shower while you do that, since I’m not needed down here.”
He nods too, looking equally uncomfortable. “Sounds good. You want any?”
Shaking my head, I turn to leave the kitchen. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks.”
After I practically sprint up the stairs like my damn tail is on fire, I grab a towel from the closet and beeline to the bathroominside my room. I stand under the hot stream far longer than I should, hands planted on the wall while I stare down at the full, heavy erection I’m sporting. My body is thrumming like I haven’t come in weeks instead of not even twelve hours ago. My cock throbs, begging me to wrap my hand around it, and put me out of my misery, but I can’t do that. If I do that, if I make myself come right now, it’ll be with last night on my mind. It’ll be the memory of the shadow in my doorway watching me, and I cannot fucking come a second time to that. I just can’t.
Once is bad enough.
