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Shaking my head, I let out a sighing laugh. “I love you, Nic. You’re absolutely nuts, but I love you to absolute death.”
“Yeah, yeah. Samesies.”
“Call me later, okay? We can talk about your sexcapades.”
“Sounds good. Have fun tonight.”
We end the call and I drop my phone on the bed next to me then lie there for a while just looking at the ceiling. I can’t help it when I start laughing again at Nicole’s oh-so-casual suggestion.
Not that masturbation is funny. It’s definitely something I enjoy when the need arises. It just felt like such a random thing for her to encourage tonight. I mean, we’re just going out for beers. As friends. It’s not like we’re eyeing each other up and down with teenage lust.
I sigh.
Bishop is definitely not a teen anymore, and I wasn’t lying Sunday night as we sat in the jail cell when I told him I could tell he’s in amazing shape. I’ve had to fight myself a few times when he’s stopped by my classroom and I’ve found my eyes wandering over his physique.
Though I didn’t stop myself from eyeing him all over as I sat in the bleachers earlier, drinking him in like I was starving. He was out there in a track jacket and a pair of black jogging pants that hugged his body in all the right places, and I couldn’t help but notice…everything. His shoulders are broader, his biceps fuller, his chest more toned.
And then there’s his ass. Full and round sitting on top of thick, muscular thighs.
I twist my legs together, feeling a pulse between my own thighs, and then I curse Nicole for putting any of this in my head in the first place.
Although, maybe there’s some logic behind her suggestion. Maybe I should get an O under my belt for the evening, just to keep any potential desires at bay.
I glance at my closed bedroom door then reach over to my nightstand to pull out the vibe I use in moments like this one. It’s slim, dark blue, and about six inches long, and I crawl under my covers and rest it over my clothes, turning it on and letting the lowest setting send gentle vibrations through the fabric.
That twist of desire inside me begins to build as I use my other hand to stroke gently against my nipples over my top. I sigh, enjoying the sensation, until the gentle pulsing doesn’t feel like enough and I start to grow restless. Tugging down my leggings and panties, I slip my vibrator through my lower lips, unsurprised to find that it slides easily through the wetness that has collected.
The image of Bishop begins to form in my mind, the two of us sitting on the roof of the gym, that mischievous smile crooked on his face, a bit of stubble across his cheeks. In this version of events, when his eyes dip to my lips, he leans forward and kisses me.
I circle my clit, whimpering quietly as pleasure zings its way through my hips.
I saw his eyes dip, wondered for a moment what it would be like to kiss him again, to wrap my arms around the man I knew, so similar and yet so different, to taste him on my tongue.
That adjusted memory fades, replaced by fantasy. Bishop and his large body hovering over me, kissing my neck then down my body. Licking my nipples. His face between my legs, then his fingers. Then his cock.
I slip the vibrator inside, tossing my head back and moaning softly as it rattles my pleasure points.
God, what it would be like to be underneath that big, strong body. How it would feel to have him sliding into me, stretching me, his dick hitting that place inside I can never seem to reach on my own. I lose myself in that vision, in us tangled together, a new version of what we once were, until I can’t contain myself any longer. My orgasm rips through me, a series of waves that roll over my body one after the next, until I finally slump down, depleted.
After a few beats, I turn off my vibrator and set it on my nightstand to wash in a few minutes, once I’ve allowed the last of the endorphins to finish dancing in my veins. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard on my own, and I snuggle into my pillow with a smile on my face. God, that felt so good. Exactly what I needed.
Until a thought occurs to me. Something Nicole didn’t mention when she suggested this little dalliance before getting beers with Bishop. Something I hadn’t considered at all.
The fact that I’ll need to sit across from my ex, knowing just an hour earlier, I thought about him as I came.
I’m sure my cheeks are still slightly pink when I arrive at Cedar Cider an hour and ten minutes later, though I’m almost certain I can use the cold to explain it away. What I can’t explain though is the disappointment that blows through me when I see Bishop sitting at a table with Bellamy, Rush, and Emily.
“Where’s Nicole?” Bishop asks, standing as I approach them.
“Oh, she couldn’t make it after all,” I say. “Apparently she made last-minute plans with some guy.”
Emily surprises me then, stepping over to give me a hug. I stand awkwardly as she embraces me, narrowing my eyes over her shoulder at Bishop, who is grinning at my obvious discomfort. Then she releases me and we take our seats.
“I hope it’s the same guy she’s been bringing into The Mitch this week,” Emily says. “They look so adorable together.”
Remembering Nicole’s reference to this guy as someone she’s basically banging until he leaves town, I decide to keep my mouth shut at Emily’s insinuation that they’re doing more than just having some fun.
“Heard you two had a little trip to the slammer after our paint party,” Bellamy says, holding her beer in both hands and leaning back in her chair. She winces. “Sorry about that. I knew we were skirting some rules by being there, but I didn’t think it would end in someone’s arrest.”
