“I get it,” she whispers. “Have you… um… been taking anything to help with your… urges?”
My cock fucking aches at this question from her.
“Like Brody, I mean?” she unnecessarily explains. “He’s taking something Erica made to make it a little easier.”
“Not so far,” I reply.
“Um… sorry about that.”
“You’ve got the ability to fix it, you know…”
She’s quiet a second and I’m about to backtrack when she says, “Or… you could go get whatever Brody’s taking.”
Shit. What happened tono pressure?
“Just teasin’ you like I’ve always done, you know?” I say quickly. “Maybe we’ll eventually get to a point where you won’t take it as an insult.”
“We’ll see, I guess,” she says softly.
“Gonna get goin’ to town for some work that needs doin’. Just got to the house to drop your books off since I need the space for materials for one of our units. You gonna come back after work?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
Is that disappointment I hear? I won’t push my luck.
“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at five and we’ll go out. I have an idea. Not sure how it’ll shake out but… is that cool?”
I want to take her somewhere there’s live music, something we can dance to. She’s only ever had one dance, with me, and it’s time she got to do more of it.
“Okay,” she answers.
“Later, Bay.”
“Later.”
I put my phone down and race upstairs to the bedroom.
Staring at the bed, I reach for my fly and undo it before I grab the pillow she slept on. I inhale her scent, pulling it in deep. The idea that this is where she’ll sleep from now on feels really fucking good.
One of my shirts is under the bottom pillow. This is the shirt I wore last night. I figured it must have blown away when I ran back for my clothes. A smile stretches my face to its’ limitsbecause this means she grabbed my shirt from her driveway and brought it here. Slept with it. Wanted my scent close.
I pull my aching cock out with a hiss. I squeeze, holding the pillow she slept on to my nose with my free hand. Fuck. I need more. I need her so damn much.
I lay on the bed with my jeans around my hips, jacking off to the image in my head of Bailey here in this bed, using one of my shirts like a security blanket.
I can’t wait to have her. But, I’ll make myself wait. I just hope it doesn’t take much longer.
Her here, in this house, settling in… it should help. It’s a start.
My back arches as I groan out my climax, spilling the mess all over my belly.
Instead of reaching for a towel or a Kleenex to wipe it away, I roll to my belly and grin as I catch my breath, hoping she’ll sleep right here tonight.
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