Page 162 of Unexpected Ever After


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“You’re not interested. I’ve been standing here for an embarrassingly long time hoping you’d say, ‘yeah, how about we go for a drink,’ or ‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven.’ You’re standing there trying to come up with a reason to shut me down.”

“I’m not planning to stay here. It wouldn’t work out.”

“Figured. But thought I’d try.”

“Than—” Oh, goodness no. I can’t thank her for being interested in me…that sounds so condescending. “Thank you for being there with me and helping me through this residency.” Nice save, if I do say so myself.

I hurry out of there before anything else horrifying can happen to me. I need to sleep and clean the cabin again. Possibly eat at some point. It’s been a year since I’ve seen Journi in person, and my heart and nerves are all tangled up. Hopefully the surprise tomorrow will be Journi and it’ll begin our weekend together in Cabin 102.

Chapter 14

Journi

It’s been a year of slowing down and healing. I’ve allowed others to help more with the business. I spent a solid two weeks without any hookups or dates. Just Cruise (the toy who was named before the other Cruz) and me together in the danger zone. Then conversations with Dr. Cruz (the person) here and there. He really has turned into being a great friend. Friend-zoned. That term should actually be called the “danger zone.”

My hands are trembling as I grip the steering wheel as I make the drive back to the cabin. When Jan invited me again for their annual family vacation, I’m ashamed to say I didn’t even hesitate. I failed at playing it cool. But Jan didn’t let on if she noticed.

I decided to come early, a day before everyone, like last time. Because that worked out so well, and I most certainly won’t be visiting the grocery store produce section. I’m not sure if Cruz is working, but the cabin is empty when I arrive. The only difference this time is I remembered to pack my Cruise .

With that in mind, I realize that my nerves are more than frazzled, so I decide to rub one out before Cruz arrives.

There’s no way I’m risking any of the lube from around here. No more ER visits for me! No matter how hot the doctor is, that shit was painful. Quickly, I shut the bedroom door, that unfortunately doesn’t have a lock, and run back to the bed. I crawl under the soft cool covers so if I hear anyone, I’ll pretend to be asleep. Turning on “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins, I then place my phone onto the nightstand to set the mood. I spit on the tip of Cruise and then let him do what he does best, send me to the danger zone.

Chapter 15

Cruz

When I walk into the cabin, I’m immediately aware of her presence. First giveaway is the 80s hit “Danger Zone” that’s playing. Second is the buzzing noise, combined with the sweetest sounding moan.

“Cruz.” Sweet Holy Mother of… She said my name. I can only hope this means that she’s been wanting and missing me as much as I have wanted and missed her. Like the creeper I am, I lean my ear against the door and listen. The sound of her body writhing on the sheets and her breathing has my dick protesting against my scrubs.

I ease the door open and peek inside. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. She’s under the covers, but that only presents her as a gift waiting to be unwrapped. It’s like my ultimate fantasy has come true. Journi here pleasuring herself for me. She’s laid out like a feast.

“Cruz… Cruz… Yes.” That. Does. It.

I don’t even recognize myself. My voice is that of a man who is desperate and has been denied far too long. “That’s right, baby. Get yourself ready for me.”

“I already am… I’m so ready,” she’s practically crying. But then her eyes fly open, and I hear the buzzing stop. She sits up and her hand moves to her phone.

“Don’t you dare turn that off,” I command. Then I walk out of the room, only to come back with one of the chairs from the kitchen table. I place it at the end of the bed. Once the bedroom door is shut, I remove my scrubs, leaving me in only my briefs, and then I sit back in the chair and cross my ankle over my knee.

“Remove the cover. I want to see how wet you are.” She hesitates, but I shoot her a glare letting her know that I am dead fucking serious. Journi slowly tosses the blanket to the side. Her panties are at her ankles, and her bra is barely containing her beautiful breasts. My fingers curl into a fist at the sight of her vibrator still inside of her. I stare in fascination as her muscles tighten and relax around it.

The song has started over, and I find it interesting that this is her choice of music for masturbating. Which, I’m not complaining, it’s a badass song. My tongue wets my lips and then I run my finger along the bottom one as I stare at her in wonder.

“Now,” my voice has deepened with need, “turn it back on. I want to watch you fall apart before I taste your orgasm.”

Her whole body quivers as her finger hovers over the vibrator’s On button. I quirk a brow, challenging her to deny me this. It’s been a long year. Swear to all, I was prepared to be her friend. I was planning to be patient and hope that in time something would happen between us. That was until I found her like this. Hearing my name called out in pleasure… There’s no coming back from that. It’s all changed now. The entire scenario, any good intentions, it’s all gone out the window, and now it’s all about this moment here. Something has unhinged within me, and all I can do now is fight the urge long enough to see this wet dream unfold.

Journi presses the button and the toy comes to life. My eyes lock on hers, and when hers begin to close I tell her, “Stop.” They open wide and I make her wait a moment before I give her a single nod to proceed. She does, but this time her eyes do not leave mine. “Good girl.”

My breath hitches as my heart is hammering in my chest. The need is evident in my voice when I tell her, “Open up a little wider. Show me how ready you are for me. Let me see.” Her knees fall, and now my eyes travel down to watch her push the toy in deeper, and then slide it out a fraction to reveal the glistening plastic coated in her arousal. “Slow down. Slower. Wait. Hold it… Three… Don’t move… Two… Sshhh, you’ll get it… One… Now…very slowly push it in as deep as it’ll go.”

Her mouth drops open, and when she gets it there I can’t help but smile. She looks gorgeous. “Move it faster. Show me how you want me to do it.”

“Why don’t you come over here and do it yourself? Show me how you’d do it.”

A low chuckle escapes me. There’s my feisty good girl. “With pleasure.”

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