Fuckin’ Jury and his damn bike.
Would she have accepted the ride he offered?
I never gave a damn about shit like that. If I got shot down, I moved on. No harm, no foul, no second thoughts. I sure as shit never cared about what kind of ride a woman would accept. Any other woman could leave me to jump right on Jury’s bike—or Jury himself—and I wouldn’t blink. The fact I did care when it came to Lo should’ve been enough to kill my hard-on.
It didn’t.
I forced my eyes closed and rolled to the side. Then the other side. Then the first side again. I shuffled through every unsexy topic I could think of, but they inevitably turned to thoughts of Lo. My fuckin’ dick began to ache like I had a weeklong case of blue balls. I was beginning to worry that even if I did crash, a dream of that stubborn detective would cause a wet dream like I was some clueless virgin.
Christ, that would take my patheticness to new levels I wasn’t ready to face.
One time to fully imagine. Just once, and then it’ll kill the fantasy.
I let out a groan as I shoved my blanket off and wrapped my hand around my dick. I gripped it tighter as I imagined making the quick walk to her. She would say something snarky about waking her as she looked up at me with sleepy eyes. Eyes that would heat even as she rolled them.
But she would listen.
Obey when I ordered her to the floor.
When I demanded she open wide and stick that sharp tongue out to taste me.
I moved my fist in time with my fantasy. Starting slow and at the tip, I increased the speed and distance of my strokes as I imagined her adjusting to my size enough to take more. Her desperate breaths would be quick bursts she timed around my thrusts as I fucked her face. As she relaxed enough to take me in her throat.
My balls tightened, and I could’ve come. I wanted to. Needed to. I should’ve to get it over with.
But if I was only giving myself the one time, I was damn sure gonna make it worth it.
I released my grip but kept the fantasy reel rolling in my mind. I breathed deep as I pictured swapping places with her. Tasting her sweetness as she fought for control she would never get. Working her till she was crying. Begging me to fill her.
Even in my own head, I couldn’t decide how I wanted her. I started stroking again, and my visual swapped from her riding me to her under me before settling on me taking her from behind. The scenery changed involuntarily till we were at Rye with her elbows on the bar like the day before. Only that time,I was behind her. Filling her. Grabbing that thick ass and slamming?—
I came hard, my brain blanking of everything but Lo taking all my cum and pleading for more.
Fuuuuuck.
My clenched muscles loosened as I panted. It took longer for my brain to kickstart again. Even then, I had to use every ounce of energy I had left to force myself to the bathroom to clean off my dick and abs.
I looked in the mirror.
And then wiped the spots on my chest.
I returned to my room before going back for the washcloth because I had to clean my headboard, too. It would’ve been impressive if I wasn’t so disgusted with myself for letting her get under my skin, even temporarily.
When I collapsed into bed, I thought I would fall right to sleep. Didn’t happen. My brain was too busy running a fuckin’ highlight reel of the fantasy mixed with memories of the day.
I’m a fuckin’ idiot.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SCHEDULES AND FASHION-FORWARD GUNS
LUNA
What idiot is at thedoor this early?
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my gun before my brain was even alert and then stuttered to a stop. It took me a full five seconds to remember I wasn’t in my apartment. I used the minimal sunlight streaming in to find where my phone had dropped at some point.
I need to get a nightstand.
