Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
He couldn’t.
Normally, that would annoy the fuck out of me, but he’s not my client, and it worked out for me in the end. His need for continued multiple breaks was a win for me. I got to see her. To touch her warm, soft skin, and— No. I shake out of my thoughts. I have to shut this down.
Now.
Permanently.
“I wasn’t sure how much longer we were going to go. He pussed out and scheduled another visit in two weeks. I didn’t hide my irritation that he didn’t listen to a word I said before we started. I should have refused to do it. Lesson learned.”
I chuckle. “I know you tried to warn him.”
“Yeah, I should have put my foot down, but it is what it is.” He shrugs.
“Well, I’m going to head home,” I tell him.
“No need to rush off. You sure you don’t want a beer?” He raises his again to entice me.
“Nah, I’m tanked. I’m going home to shower and crash.”
“All right, man. I’ll see you at the shop tomorrow. I’m planning on a little get-together this weekend so Em can catch up with everyone. Probably Saturday after we close down the shop.”
I nod. “I’ll be here.” I deserve a pat on the back for keeping my voice even and not giving anything away.
With a wave, I start for the front door. I pause at the bottom of the stairs. My eyes search for her even though I know she’s not just going to be standing there waiting for me to pass by. Pissed off that I’m desperate for even the smallest glimpse of her, I quietly close the door behind me as I step outside. I tell myself it’s the polite thing to do, but in all reality, I don’t want to wake her if she’s sleeping.
In my truck, I stare up at what I know to be her bedroom window. It’s dark, so I know she’s sleeping. She’s tucked in safe and sound, where I can’t get to her. It’s what’s best, but my hands itch to touch her, to watch her bring herself pleasure. My cock thickens, just like it always does when I think about that night. Ignoring it and the pain of the pressure of my cock against my zipper is causing, I back my truck out of the drive and head toward my own place across town.
Pulling into my driveway, I shut off the engine and stare at my home. It’s a small ranch style with dark-gray siding. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms and is under twelve hundred square feet, but it’s just me. I can afford a bigger place. Hell, the shop is thriving. It’s not about not being able to afford it. I’m a single guy. My buddies stop by, but that’s it. There are no women who come here. This is my space, and that’s that. The only one of us who has a big place is Forrest. He bought it to give Emerson a home.
Climbing out of the truck, I make my way into the dark house. The motion sensor night-light comes on as I lock the door back behind me and go straight to my room. I’m already stripped out of my shirt, and my shoes are kicked off by the time I reach my en suite.
Flipping on the light, I reach in and turn on the water before stripping out of the rest of my clothes. I tell myself that I’m not going to get myself off to her. Not again. This has to stop. I can’t keep imagining her lying on her bed, naked for me. Her body flushed, and those smooth legs of hers wide open, putting her pussy on display for me. I know it’s wrong. I need to control these urges, but here in my home, behind these walls, it’s just me.
Me and my thoughts.
Me and my memories.
I wash my hair and face and move to my body. My cock throbs, begging for release. If I don’t do something about it, I’m not getting any sleep tonight. Squirting some body wash in my hand, I grip my cock and moan as I lurch forward, resting my other palm flat against the shower wall.
Closing my eyes, I try to pull up an image that isn’t her, but my mind is blank. She’s the only thing I see. I grit my teeth as my hand strokes from root to tip. The head of my cock is sensitive due to my piercing, and that just leads me to think about whether or not she would like it. I know it increases pleasure for both of us, and I want to give that to her.
Damn it.
“Emerson.” I moan her name, and my balls tighten. I should be embarrassed. That’s all it takes for me to go from “almost there” to “ready to coat the shower walls with my cum,” but I’m not embarrassed. I’m turned the fuck on.