“You asked me to cuddle you,” he says. “And you cried. Pretty sure you were sleep-talking but… I didn’t mean to crush you or violate your precious boundaries.”
“Don’t mock me.”
“I’m not,” he says with an annoying shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m respecting your boundaries.”
Then Isaac gets out of bed and releases one of the most toxic farts I have ever heard or smelled in my life.
“You animal!”
I throw a pillow at him while he laughs and then makes the entire situation worse by taking his shirt off.
“Isaac!”
“What?” he says. “I’m taking a shower and then I have to go beg for my freedom just as much as I have to beg for yours.”
I want to tell him that we wouldn’t have to fight for our freedom if he hadn’t killed somebody and dragged his biker gang into things, but considering he was trying to save my life and I did watch him kill somebody, I stay quiet. He notices my silence and looks over his shoulder at me. I want to sink into the bed.
Shirtless, Isaac has just the right amount of hair on his chest. I’ve always loved a hairy man, even if Derek had as much body hair as a dolphin. I bite my lips and try to force my gazeaway from Isaac’s bare, chiseled chest, but I’m only human. And we spent all night cuddling so whenever I move, Isaac’s scent sinks deeper into my clothing and hair. I’m grateful that his farting hasn’t totally overwhelmed the perfect mixture of his body’s natural scent and deodorant.
He smells like a delicious yet unholy mixture of palo santo and frankincense and his body looks like an altar of sin. I’ve never seen a shirtless man who looks like this up close. And I’ve definitely never spent all night cuddled up next to one. It feels like there’s something hard stuck in my throat.
“Whatever. Just get in the shower and stop flashing me.”
“Flashing you?” Isaac says, turning around to face me and filling me with even more regret for taunting him like this. I was hoping that my sass and attitude would chase him away but he seems to find the challenge impossible to turn away from.
“This would be flashing you.”
I shouldn’t be surprised, but Isaac drops his boxers. I flinch because even if I would have suspected an average size dick, I didnotexpect what unfolded from Isaac’s briefs. One of my hands slowly moves to my mouth of its own accord to stop a gasp or another unseemly noise from coming out.
“Isaac…”
“What?” he says, reaching for a towel. “You’re not interested in married men. This should have no effect on you.”
“It’s sexual harassment." My protests don’t cause him to cover up. I try to draw my eyes away from the enormous slab of man meat that flopped out of his boxers, but I’ve honestly never seen one that big before. And I’ve seen big ones. This won’t tempt me away from my values, but I find it downright terrifying and alluringto look at.
Isaac wraps the towel around his waist. “And now… it’s all over. Consider your boundaries intact, gorgeous.”
I want to snap at him again for that comment, but he strides over to me and confidently plants a kiss on my forehead while I glare at him. I hope he doesn’t call me out for staring at his dick or trying to make it a thing becausenoticinghis big dick is a lot different from wanting anything more from him.
Isaac disappears into the bathroom with one more sassy comment. “You’re more than welcome to join if you want.”
He can’t seriously expect me to say yes to that…
Chapter Thirteen
Isaac
Iam so fucked. Gabby might have enough self-control to make it through several days trapped in Ethan’s basement with me, but there’s no way I have that kind of strength. Teasing her this morning served to torture me more than it tortured her. I caught her glancing down at my dick, but it’s adickthat just appeared in her face. Of course, she’s going to look at it. That doesn’t mean she wants me.
Gabby made it pretty clear that she doesn’t approve of the fact that I have a wife – on paper – and honestly, I’m not fond of the idea either. I’m not a cheater. I’ve never cheated on Tylee throughout our relationship, despite my knowledge of the ways she’s stepped out. The way I see it, if you’re going to have somebody with that type of flaw in a relationship, there can only be one of you.
Tylee struggles to feel any kind of love. It’s not like she isn’t capable, it’s just a struggle for her to handle those strong emotions. I’m not making excuses for her, I just know this woman like the back of my hand (unfortunately). She’s been that way since we were kids. It always fucked her up that shewasn’t one of the boys, that both her father and the world would treat her differently.
She was the first woman I ever loved. I can’t remember the last time my feelings for her were all-consuming the way they were when I was a kid. I put up with enough from Tylee and gave her plenty of chances to change and mature along with me. She wants to stay stuck in the past and I can’t help that.
Looking at Gabby, I wonder if I’m making the same mistakes – romanticizing her because I don’t know her yet. How can I know that this strong pull I feel towards this new woman will end up any differently? The smartest thing to do would be to keep my hands off of her.
She doesn’t join me in the shower, although I never expected to get that lucky. I take my clothes off and examine my body in the mirror with attention to detail that I haven’t paid towards my physique in a while. I used to lift weights with Magnum Sinclair when we were much younger and my muscular physique hasn’t taken as much work to maintain as I crested into my forties.