“What if I want in there?”he says, and my stomach flutters.
Ignoring his comment, I turn the shower on and strip down before propping my phone up on the sink so I can listen to my playlist.I can’t shake this feeling.An anxiousness.Like I’m getting ready for a first date.Only this isn’t a date.We’re two people going to dinner together because we’ve been forced into sharing this room due to circumstances out of our control.Honestly, I couldn’t have planned this better myself, but I didn’t know we would get stuck for the night.
I thought we’d talk on the drive, and I’d confront him.Force him to admit he feels something for me.But now we’re here.There’s only one bed.He’s not going to sleep on that tiny, lumpy couch.
I step under the hot spray of water wondering if tonight will be the night we surrender to fate.
We’ve been dancing around each other since I turned eighteen.He likes to pretend he didn’t notice me back then, but I see the way he looks at me.Justice wants me.He just needs a little push.
Some liquid courage.
Chapter Seven
Neva’sbeeninthebathroom for half an hour.My stomach grumbles.I switch the TV off and look outside.The snow has let up, but it’s colder than Jack Frost’s balls out.I step outside to smoke, knowing Neva will complain if I light it up in the room.
She worries about my smoking.Says it’s bad for my health, but the only thing that’s going to kill me is spending the night in this room alone with her.
I don’t know how much more I can take of craving her.It was different when I was back in Blackwood and she was away at school.Out of sight, out of mind, or so they say.Sure, I think about her all the time, but I had shit to distract me.Tawny and the club.Now I don’t have Tawny, and the club isn’t here.I take a few more puffs off my cigarette before snuffing it out and going back inside, where I find Neva in nothing but a towel.
She’s trying to kill me.
“Forgot my clothes.I’ll be ready as soon as I’m dressed.”
“Yeah, sure.I just need to brush my teeth and take a quick shower.”What I want to say is, fuck pizza and beer.Fuck getting dressed.She can take off that towel and sit on my face.
“I’ll only be a minute or two.”
I nod and get my toiletry bag.
In the bathroom, the mirror is still fogged over, and the small room is filled with her sugary scent.I’m going mad with desire.I just need to jerk one out in the shower, then I’ll be good.
“Don’t forget to leave the door cracked for Mr.Tinkles,” her honied voice washes over me from the other side of the wall.
My dick is going to explode if this case of blue balls she’s trying to give me isn’t taken care of soon.
I step under the warm water wishing I’d opted for a cold one instead.I grip my cock in my fist, wishing Neva were in here with me.Down on her knees like a good girl, submitting to my every wish.I picture the scene in my head.Her mouth opening wide while I feed her my cock inch by inch.Her hot lips wrapping around me to suck.
Jerk.
Pump.
Stroke.
Fuck, I’m on the verge of insanity.Her name burns on my tongue.“Neva,” her name rips from my lips as I get off, and there’s no taking it back.
“Did you say something?”
Shit.
“Yeah.Can you plug my phone in?I forgot.”I’m a lame-ass coward.
I finish up and get dressed.Neva looks damn good when I come out of the bathroom.She’s wearing the jeans she had on earlier and a black sweater that rides up on her sides, showing off a sliver of her midriff.
My gaze zeroes in on her navel piercing.That’s new.It hits me square in the chest that Neva has been off living a life that I’ve not been a part of.I hate it.Jealousy eats at me, which is new too.I don’t get jealous easily.The feeling is foreign.
“When’d you get that done?”
“A few months ago.A girlfriend of one of Derrick’s bandmates did it and my sleeve.She’s really good at what she does.”
