I groan as I tuck my phone in my pocket. Then I look down at my dick tucked away in my jeans, and give it a stern talking to.
“You behave yourself,” I tell it. “I know he’s gorgeous, and super sweet, and cooks like a God, and makes me laugh,and his fucking feet smell like heaven which should totally be illegal, but he’s just a friend and you need to remember that. Don’t embarrass us.”
With that settled I grab my cat even as she fights me, letting me know she doesn’t like being manhandled. Well, not by anyone but Bentley anyway. He could pick her up when she’s in the middle of eating, or napping, and she’d happily oblige. “Look here, you primadonna, I would give my left nut to be you right now and let that Thor look alike get his hands on me, so you hush, okay? You can handle me carrying you for five seconds. I just need five seconds of kitty cuddles before you leave me for him.”
She meows but settles in my arms, and we make our way across the hall.
Chapter Nine
Bentley
I lasted about an hour lying in bed last night with a raging hard on before I gave up and touched myself. After turning the picture on the nightstand of Gram around, because it just felt weird with her “watching” me do that. She was always very sex positive, even bought lube and put it in the shower for me when I hit puberty. Embarrassed me to pieces at the time but I’m grateful now. Though I also realized I didn’t actually need it because apparently my body produced enough precum it got the job done by itself.
I swear I did everything I could to get Alex off my mind but my dick wasn’t having it. I came so hard I almost blacked out, too. He’s coming over here any minute and I’ve made sure I’m wearing jeans today because if I get hard being around him I do not want it being plain as day which is exactly what would happen in my sweats. Not only do I produce more precum than I think is average, I’m also not small, and normally I like the size of my dick, but when I’m hard and don’t want to be, it’s a problem. And If I’m leakingit could end up soaking through to my pants pretty quickly, and sweats will make it embarrassingly obvious, so jeans it is.
“Hey!” Alex calls, and a fucking shiver runs down my spine where I’m standing in the kitchen getting coffee. My dick twitches and I growl at it.
“Everything okay?”
I fucking yelp and nearly spill my coffee, turning to face him. I wasn’t expecting him to be there. Jesus what is he? A vampire? I didn’t even hear his footsteps.
“Yeah, of course,” I say.
“Really, cause you were growling,” he says, and I try and fail to keep my cheeks from heating. Meanwhile, Marble saunters into the kitchen and starts walking in between my legs, purring.
“It’s nothing,” I lie. “Just, uh, burned my mouth on the coffee.” I lift the cup I’m holding as though it’s evidence.
“Oh, sorry. Did I scare you? You said to just come in.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re fine.” I set my mug down so I can pick Marble up in one arm and grab my drink again.
“I’ve got tea, if you want any,” I tell him and the smile that splits his face is, well, goddamn it, it’s adorable. Especially when those gorgeous blue eyes light up.
“Yeah? You got tea just for me?”
I flush and shrug. “No big deal.”
“You’re just showing me up. Now I’ll have to get coffee for you.”
“Nah, it’s fine.”
He looks over my shoulder at the stove behind me and his grin gets even bigger, before he steps around me. I’m blushing even harder when he grips the tea kettle on the stove. “You got this, too, didn’t you? You didn’t have this before.”
“Maybe,” I mumble, before taking a sip of my coffee.
“I’ll give it a try later. Right now I want to see what those Winchester brothers are up to. And,” he holds up the book he brought with him, “when we’re done with that I can read to you some more if you want.”
I nod, and we head into the living room.
We watch one episode ofSupernatural, me knitting this time with Marble lounging against my hip, before Alex says he needs a bathroom break.
“Hey, you have popcorn?” he asks, when he gets back.
“Yeah, sure, but you want popcorn at eleven in the morning?”
He shrugs. “It’s the snack of movie watching, I’m just following the rules.”
I chuckle and point him towards the pantry.
