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As he pivots and walks away, leaving me in peace, I grudgingly call out, “Hey, Mack?”
He pauses and faces me again. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for…” I scratch my temple and tuck my hair behind my ear. “Thanks for the heads-up.”
“No problem.”
And I swear his smile could melt a freaking glacier as he nods and turns away.
5
MACKLIN
Ishouldn’t be considering this.
Fuck.
I know I shouldn’t.
It’s inappropriate on so many levels.
But I’m harder than a fucking rock, and if I don’t take care of this, I’ll have blue balls for days.
I glance behind me, but the parking lot is empty. My steps quicken as I rush toward my car in the far corner of the lot shaded by the large pine tree. Fitting since I’m contemplating doing something as shady as jerking off in my car to the memory of Kate’s sweet ass.
But those damn leggings.
I climb behind the wheel and look down at my joggers, the ridge of my cock taunting me.
“Don’t do it,” I mutter under my breath.
Fisting my hands in my lap, I close my eyes and drop my head back, imagining my mom in a bikini and hockey stats from the last LAU game.
But it’s been too long.
Too long since I’ve been with someone.
Too long since I’ve evenwantedto be with someone.
An image of Kate bent over, her black thong separating her round ass and leading to her core spurs me on. Teasing me. Tempting me. Convincing me to do the unthinkable. And in a fucking parking lot, no less.
I grit my teeth, tugging at my pants and shoving them down until my dick pops free.
Bad idea, I remind myself.
Obviously, there’s some merit behind the saying about guys only thinking with their dicks, because mine’s clearly in control at the moment.
Forcing my eyes open, I look out the windshield, taking in the empty parking lot one more time as I grip the base of my cock and rub my palm up and down it.
Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.
The words play on a constant loop as I go over my conversation with Kate. Only this time, I give my imagination free reign.
“If anyone’s embarrassed, it sure as hell shouldn’t be you,” I grit out.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Trust me. You don’t wanna know.”
