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Chapter Four
TD
My cock is throbbing.
So fucking hard, it’s painful to walk.
Of course, being in athletic shorts and basic boxers isn’t helping conceal anything, which is why I had to get the hell out of her apartment. My cock was standing proud, trying to claw its way through my shorts to get to her, and the longer I had my hands on her, the harder it got to remember we’re just friends.
Pun intended.
When I started rubbing her shoulders at the diner, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I could tell she was hurting, no doubt from hours’ worth of carrying those heavy trays full of food and being on her feet. So, I gave her a little back rub.
I wasn’t prepared for the noises.
The noises that went straight to my balls.
Sounds that reminded me of sex.
I still have no idea what possessed me to continue the torture on my balls when we got to her apartment, other than I could tell she needed help relieving some of the stress and discomfort she was harboring. Of course, now I’m the one carrying that discomfort, but it was a small price to pay to feel some of those knots let loose between her shoulder blades.
It’s about a half mile to my place, and the warm, night air is welcome. Being outside has always helped me clear my head, which is why I’ve always enjoyed anything outdoors. I grew up hunting, fishing, and playing sports, and when I got into high school, added working out and running to the list of things I liked. However, right now, I’d give about anything to have my truck nearby so I didn’t have to walk. Especially with my nuts heavy and throbbing in my shorts.
I switch my line of thoughts away from Ellie and the reaction my body had to her and focus on the team. Our first game is this Friday, and I’m pretty pumped. We’ve got a great group of athletes, including Brody. He’s become an integral piece of the team, providing leadership and mentorship to his fellow teammates. I truly believe a big reason he’s turned out to be the amazing young man he’s become is because of his mother. She instilled core values into his childhood from the very beginning, like compassion, hard work, and respect. I’m not blowing smoke up her ass when I tell her she’s done an exceptional job raising him.
She has.
When I finally approach my block, I’m happy to report my cock has finally calmed down a bit. At least he’s not standing at attention anymore, despite the fact I’m definitely going to need a little release. If I don’t, my balls will swell up like grapefruits and I’ll have to seek medical attention.
“TD!”
I’m unable to fight the groan, but fortunately, it’s not very loud. Not that Shay would catch the annoyance in my sound and posture, but I try not to be a complete rude asshole to her.
I keep myself moving forward, barely slowing my steps. My goal is to get home as quickly as possible, not chitchat with my oldest friend’s ex-wife. “Hey,” I holler, offering a wave as I move along the sidewalk.
“Nice night, huh? I heard you had dinner with Ellie Daniels.”
That makes me pause. One of the things I dislike most about our small town is the gossip mill. It’s usually churning with something immediately. “Yeah,” I reply, turning to face her as she practically sprints my way from her porch. She’s wearing a tight white tank top that’s barely able to contain her enhanced assets, as well as skimpy little workout shorts.
Shay flips her long, blond hair over her shoulder, allowing her fingers to linger there. This woman is a piece of work. Fake in both personality and body parts and thinks she’s God’s gift to men. Too bad for her, I’ll never find her attractive. Not when I know what kind of vile, self-centered person she is on the inside. She made my best friend’s life hell and is continuing to do so well after their divorce.
“Wanna come in for a drink? You look like you’ve had a long day,” she practically coos. Most of the time, her act gets her the attention she’s after from men, but not from me.
Never from me.
I’m not rude, because at the end of the day, she’s still linked to Logan, even if only on paper with the business, so I’m not about to cause him more problems, but that doesn’t mean I’m friendly either. “No thanks. On my way home.”
She tsks and pops her hip out, trying to draw attention to the sliver of bare skin between her tank and the waist of her shorts. Too bad for her, her advances are about as refreshing as a ketchup-flavored popsicle. “You’ve been working hard all day,” she whines, approaching, and I can see the glint in her eyes.
She’s about to pounce, ready to invite me inside with promises of whatever in the hell I want. That’s one of her biggest tools: sex. Always has been, always will be. She screwed the assistant manager of the hardware store back when she and Logan were separating, just to have someone on her side when it came to business. Bud ended up losing his job—and his wife—because of the misstep.
One thing about Shay is she’s not afraid to go after what she wants. Or who. That person is usually married or has an elevated status to help her get whatever she’s after. She’s triggered more divorces than any singular person should be allowed to cause, and the fact she’s only on the first one herself is surprising as hell.
“Later, Shay,” I reply, continuing on my way, determined to make it home as quickly as possible.
She continues talking, but I keep walking.
