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Stepping into the shower, the hot water doesn’t even register on my over-sensitized skin. I slip fingers between my legs and find the nub thumping and throbbing in need. My body drips with desire and within seconds I’m coming so hard, my knees give. I fold to the bathtub floor, fingers still working my trigger spot. With my thighs spread, my hips thrust against my fingertips, chasing a second orgasm on the tail of the first.

“Oh God,” I whimper, shocked at myself and unabashedly getting myself off despite my travel companion on the other side of a flimsy bathroom door.

It’s all his fault. My hips rock and my fingers press, and another earth-shattering release steals my breath. Falling forward to one hand, I catch myself, closing my eyes as my body trembles and my chest heaves.

“What was that?” I whisper to myself, trying to focus on the porcelain underneath my palm. Shakily, I press my body upward and stand. Dipping my head back under the shower stream, I close my eyes once more and let the heat of the water calm my racing heart.

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Playlist: “Simple Man” – Lynyrd Skynyrd

[Tucker]

Mae exits the bathroom in a halo of steam wearing a loose T-shirt. Does that have a fraternity insignia on it? And a pair of short, floral print pajama shorts.

“I forgot something.” Her gaze sheepishly darts to me and away before she scrambles across the room for her suitcase. With something tucked into her fist, she returns to the bathroom and shuts the door once again. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and for a second, I think that’s what she forgot, but when she opens the door a second time, I can’t visibly see anything, other than those lush breasts I traced with a fingertip earlier. Free from confines and perfectly outlined despite the oversized tee, their shape is exactly what I imagined as I took care of myself in the shower.

Clenching my dick in a tight fist, I only tugged three times before my fingers were covered in milky-white substance. I’m still semi-hard imagining Mae lapping up the mess. While the release left my body, I’m still in need of more.

Everything about Mae has had me on edge all day. Standing before that red rocker, I wanted to kiss her senseless, strip her of her bra and fondle those lush tits. Every fucking time she smiles, I want to reach for her and press my mouth to hers and capture the curve. And that laugh. That fucking cheery sound of delight I want to swallow whole and then make her repeat it over and over again. Maybe even feel it against my cock.

Wearing a pair of workout shorts, I’ve been sitting on the bed because it’s the only place to sit. My mattress tonight might be the nasty rug and I’m hoping Mae will at least let me nab the spread off this thing. I move to stand to allow her the bed when her phone rings. She rushes across the room again, fumbling in her bag for it, and answers breathlessly.

“Hello.” She pauses. “Hey baby.” Her face lights up, and for a second, I wonder if she has a boyfriend she hasn’t mentioned. Seems like his name would pop up in our conversations, but I’ve only caught her ex’s name, Adam, and her two boys, Wyatt and Owen.

I settle back against the pillows I was propped up against on the bed for another second.

“I’m sorry. Did you check your bag?” Immediately, Mae’s shoulders lower and her body sags forward. With a hand on the dresser opposite the bed, she holds herself upright and I watch her reflection in the mirror over the furniture.

“Well, how about your drawers? Maybe the top one where your socks should be.”

Another pause.

“Okay, well…I don’t know about blueberries. Look in the fridge. Second shelf, left corner. Or check the freezer. There might be frozen ones there that work.”

After a breath, she speaks again. “Why are you at the house? You should be at your dad’s.”

As if Mae isn’t already hunched forward, she lowers her elbows to the dresser and pinches at her forehead before meeting my eyes in the mirror. Immediately standing upright, she takes a step back and collapses on the edge of the mattress. Her eyes avoid mine in the mirror while I watch her in the reflection.

“Wyatt, I can’t help you from here. Ask him.” Her tone turns firm, going into mom-mode. From what I’ve surmised, she’s a good mother. Good mothers miss their children as she did today. Good mothers talk about them like Mae does. Pride rings in her voice when she mentions Owen’s drawings or Wyatt’s achievements on the ice.

“Okay,” she huffs, scrubbing at her forehead again. “Is Owen around? I tried to call him, too.”

Another pause.

“Hey honey,” she greets, and her smile is restored. She listens a while and then speaks. “So today we went to a few places that reminded me of the movie Cars. We saw a— Yeah, I’ll hold.”

Shaking her head, I see her eyes close through the mirror. “Okay, yeah.” Pause. “No, it’s fine. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

Mae waits a beat, but even when she says, “Bye,” the word is cut short. She clicks off the phone and holds it in her lap, staring down at the device.

Eventually, looking up, she meets my eyes in the reflection once more. She shrugs. “They’re busy and they’re teens.”

I don’t like her weak smile and I nod once in sympathy. “That’s only code for they’re assholes.” Through the mirror, I grin back at her, and she softly chuckles before tossing the phone onto the dresser where it clatters against the geranium’s clay pot.

As I’ve been sitting on the bed, I swing my feet to the floor and balance on the edge. “I can take the floor.” There’s a sliver of space between the bed and a wall with a window, and another strip between the foot of the bed and the dresser. Neither offers much space plus the floor looks rather uncomfortable.

“Look, we’re both adults. We aren’t married to others. We aren’t in relationships.” Mae pauses, waiting on me and I nod. I’ve been on random dates but nothing serious since Rochelle. “It doesn’t need to mean anything. I can stay on my side of the bed.”