And Ryan wassogood at delivering. Even that first hug had soothed something inside me. It wasn’t enough though. I wanted more.
“Shit,” I moaned and tried to take another puff before realizing that I'd smoked the entire thing.
I tossed the butt and pushed off the wall. I really should get back inside. That machine wasn't going to maintain itself. It needed fresh juices. It was already squeaking while it worked.
But I was sporting a half chub, and my mind was still miles away.
I didn't think I could do anything useful right now. I didn't know whether I was coming or going. Or if I wantedto becomingin a different way with a certain friend of mine, or should be going far, far away from him.
I went inside, found Jim almost straight away and just shook my head.
“I'm going home,” I informed him.
He didn't look remotely surprised.
“You don't look right, Kamran. Try to get some rest, drink some chicken soup, and don't come back until you can oil the machines without killing yourself.”
I chuckled dryly.
“That might take a while.”
He shook his head and patted my shoulder.
“Seriously, take all the time you need.”
Heaving a sigh, I nodded and left the factory, climbing gratefully into my car to head home.
It wasn't until I was halfway there, sitting at a red light, that I thought of Melissa—specifically of the fact that she could be home right now. She knew I was at work. She wouldn't expect me back. Maybe she'd taken the day off to hook up with her guy. Maybe I was about to walk in on her getting fucked in our bed.
I couldn't breathe. I almost turned around, but even though my hands were shaking, I kept going until I pulled around the corner onto our street and saw that there were no cars in the driveway.
My heart was pounding so hard that I had to pull in and sit there for five minutes trying to breathe.
This stress was going to give me a fucking heart attack.
Groaning, I climbed out of the car and hauled my ass into the house, up the stairs, and straight into the bed that I'd been afraid would be occupied.
I pulled the covers up around me and buried my face in my pillow.
Aggravatingly, I couldn't help but notice that it wasn't as comfy as Ryan'sbed was. And it didn't smell like him. Maybe I was nose blind to my own scent because my pillow smelledlike nothing... and I shouldn'twantRyan's fucking cologne or whatever all over my bed anyway! What the hell was wrong with me?!
Frustrated, I reached out, grabbing Melissa's pillow instead and putting it over my face, basically smothering myself, because why not? She was already fucking killing me.
I inhaled as deeply as I could, taking in the soft floral tones of her shampoo and the familiar scent ofher.She smelled like spring. Sweet, and light andnot as good asRyan.
I didn't think I even liked her scent at all.
I pushed her pillow aside, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what this new obsession was as I slowly sat up.
Ryan had loaned me a shirt on Saturday morning because mine was dirty. I'd worn it home, and then changed as soon as I got in because I could smell him all over me.
Pushing to my feet, I went to the closet, opening it to find the soft green T-shirt. It was folded up on a shelf because I hadn’t thought I'd gotten it dirty, but when I lifted it to my face, like a creep, and inhaled, it smelled like my BO. I sighed. God I was gross.
I turned the shirt away from the pits, inhaling from the chest area and there, right there. Fuckingheaven.
My dick got so hard so fast smelling Ryan's fuckingshirtof all things that I couldn't even begin to protest or make excuses or even pretend I wasn't going to come right now while I had a minute to myself and this goldmine of fabric that made my toes curl with want.
I hurried back into bed, the shirt fisted against my nose, eyes practically rolling when I breathed it in. Reaching down, I stuffed my hand into my pants, taking my cock in a tight hold and stroking fast because I knew I wasn't going to last anyway.
