My heart is racing as I shut the door behind me and lean against it. That really just happened, didn’t it? I actually heard and saw him jerking off to me. It was my name on his lips while he came so fucking hard.
I pace, shaking my hands out as I do, my body filled with nervous energy. Do I go back over there? Do I wait? Shit, I don’t know. Is he going to hate me for walking in on him? Jesus, I hope not.
Marble perches on the top of the sofa and meows at me.
“Quiet, I’m thinking,” I tell her. In the end I decide to wait for the morning. I’ll go over there before he leaves forwork and talk to him. With that sorted out I move to Marble and scratch behind her ears. I’m too riled up to sleep just yet, so I change and go for a run. I think about knocking on Bentley’s door when I get back, but decide to stick to my original plan. He might need some time.
I head inside again, shower, and fall into bed.
Chapter Sixteen
Alex
It’s no surprise that I don’t sleep super great and that I’m buzzing with a mixture of anxiety and excitement the following morning as I dress and then have my tea. I brush my teeth, try to do something with my dark waves, but decide it’s pointless, and then grab Marble and make my way over to Bentley’s. I figure if he is upset with me, or nervous, or whatever, he’ll respond better if Marble’s there.
“Yes, I’m using you for my own selfish purposes,” I tell her. “But you know what? It’s about time you started pulling your weight around here.”
But when I get to Bentley’s door it’s locked. Huh, that’s weird. He doesn’t leave for another hour and he always has his door unlocked if he’s home. I try knocking but he doesn’t answer, even after I call his name.
Shit. My excitement has vanished now and I’m feeling something a whole lot closer to dread. Is he avoiding me? Fuck, he can’t do this. Not now. Not when I’ve finally made up my mind to tell him how I feel. I mean, I get seeing your best friend watching you jerk off could be a little awkward,but if he thinks he can ignore me because of it he’s got another thing coming.
I check outside and see that his car is gone. Fucker must have left early just so he didn’t have to face me.
I return to my apartment and text him our weekly gif of The Rock. I wait and see a couple of minutes later that he’s read it, but when several more minutes go by with no response, I can’t decide if I’m more frustrated or worried.
I think about calling him, but then decide if he really does need some more time before he talks to me, the last thing I should do is push him. Reluctantly I put my phone down and change clothes so I can go for another run.
I text Bentley again that evening before I head to work just asking if we can please talk, and when he hasn’t replied by the time I get home at two fucking am, I decide I’m done being patient with him. It was never my forte anyway. So if he hasn’t responded by morning, I’m doing whatever it takes for his stubborn Viking ass to hear me out.
That’s how I end up at his workplace, that I have never in fact been to before but got the address for by doing a google search for the name,Dreamscape Massage,climbing out of my car and barging in like a man on a mission. Because, I am, I guess, on a mission.
I don’t even bother to stop at the desk where Peyton is clicking away at a computer, just waltz past her as she shouts, “Hey, Alex, wait, you’re not allowed back there!”
“Like I give a fuck!” I volley back. There’s three doors down the hall. Two on the right and one on the left, but only the door on the left is closed. The other two are abathroom and a small office space with a desk and computer, as well a small counter space with a coffee pot.
I stop outside the closed door for a brief second, hearing soft, calming music coming from the other side and quiet murmurs. There’s clearly a client in there with Bentley but I don’t care. I open the door and step inside.
Bentley’s eyes go wide from where he’s standing at the head of the massage table working on the client’s neck and shoulders. She’s an elderly woman who looks completely blissed out but her eyes snap open, too, when Bentley stops his ministrations.
“We need to talk,” I say, my voice brooking no argument.
“Alex, what are you doing?” he hisses as he steps towards me. “You can’t be here. I’m working.”
“Tough,” I say, and he blanches as my finger pokes his chest. “You’ve been ignoring me and I’m fucking done with it. You think you get to just ghost me because we had a tiny little awkward moment? Just because I saw you wacking the walnut doesn’t mean you get to treat me like shit.”
He blinks, his face flushed. “Wacking the…what?”
I groan. “Tugging the slug, spanking the monkey, choking the chicken, shaking hands with the milkman.” I stare at him. Nothing. “Jerking off! You fucking caught me deep throating a banana, okay, and was that awkward as hell? Yes, but did I act like you didn’t exist afterwards? No, because you’re my best fucking friend. And best friends talk to each other. Because when they talk they realize that their friend was fucking miserable on his date because he wasn’t with the one person he wanted to be with.”
Bentley blinks at me again and I have a feeling I’m gonna have to try a more drastic approach. “For fuck’s sake,” I growl, and then step forward and grip his face in my hands before slotting my lips with his. He freezes, his body stiff asa board, and for a second I think I’ve royally screwed up. But then he’s gripping my face in his hands and kissing me right back.
Holy hell, yes. I back Bentley up against the wall and he moans as I part his lips with my tongue and delve inside. Fuck, that moan goes straight to my cock. His lips are heavenly as they move against mine. He tastes like caramel and vanilla, and his beard is soft under my palms and utterly perfect. Fuck, this is everything I imagined it would be and more. Okay, well, maybe not exactly as I imagined since we have company, but it’s still pretty damn good.
“Shit,” he gasps, pulling away and breathing heavily. We look at each other and he turns his flushed face to his client, who to my surprise, isn’t protesting. “I’m so sorry, Gloria…” he sputters.
She grins widely. “Oh, honey, don’t you apologize. This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. You should do this for all of your clients.”
He flushes even more deeply and I have to hold back a laugh.
