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fifteen
greyson
Warm sunlight filters through my sheer curtains and I stretch like a feline after a catnap. Shaking away the fog, I scrub the sandman’s tears from my eyes and peek at the clock.
Nine a.m.
I missed my run, but this flu—or man flu, as Scar called it—kicked my ass, demanded my man card at the door,andhad the nerve to charge me extra.Pfft.I figure one day off to get well is in order.
My attention snags on the book near my lamp.Oh.I wonder how long she read to me before I passed out. Her voice, sweet and soothing, was the best thing to listen to when she’d rock Theo to sleep as a baby. Being a mom looks good on her.
Rolling over, I catch the scent of her honey lavender shampoo on my pillow and my cock twitches to life beneath the sheets. She was here in my bed, long enough to leave an imprint, long enough for me to dream vividly of her. So vivid, I could almost feel the silky texture of her skin on mine, her soft hair near my nose, that ass tucked against the front of me.
Body reluctant to get up, I drag myself to the bathroom, strip, and get into the shower, groaning deeply when the hot water hits my achy muscles. Seconds later, flashes of her blonde hair splayed out on my pillow, carmine lips parted, eyes squeezing tight in ecstasy, flicker as the liquid fire punishes my back.
Amid the soap and stinging water, I grit my teeth and choke my hard cock, imagining it’s her small hands as I stroke up and down. Palm to the tiled wall, I lean my head back and moan to the thoughts of her legs spread eagle, pussy glistening, ready for me. Faster and faster, I pump my length to the rhythm of her rocking over me, breasts swinging heavy in my face. Soon, pleasure rips up my spine and my jaw clenches as my dick jerks, jetting ropes of cum on the wall.
Chest heaving, I rest my forehead against the slick tile, slightly groaning as the high comes down. Fuck. I’m no stranger to my own hand, but I never came this hard before her, before she became the object of every fantasy. That dream was so real, I could’ve sworn she really was in my arms as I slept.
To avoid cold water, I swiftly clean myself up and exit the shower, inhaling the thick steam, letting it coat my lungs and cut through the leftover sickness.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I head to the kitchen, swipe a protein shake from the fridge and sit down at the breakfast bar. Finally able to see without double vision and snot clogging my nose, I open my new journal to today’s date.
1. Being sick is no joke. I have nothing to be grateful for regarding a tiny, annihilating germ except that it didn’t kill me.
2. Tagalongs. Enough said. Best medicine ever. Now, if I only had a girl scout on standby all year long and not have to scour the black market for those cookies.
3. There should be something said about having a sibling. He may balk and throw hissy fits about having to do extra work, but P said he’d cover all my shit today while I recoup.
4. I’m grateful Scarlett was gone before I woke up this morning. Not because I didn’t want her in my arms, but because my dick strained against my boxers like an angry sentry, and I wouldn’t want to scare her with his… stiff presence.
5. Heaven help me if anyone reads this.
* * *
The summer sun,high in the sky, beats down on us up in the bleachers, and I drag my hat off to fan myself as sweat beads across my forehead.
“Remind me again why I haven’t put a pool in at my house?” I shift my gaze to Scarlett, who’s shielding her eyes from the light, her focus on Theo.
She turns to me quizzically after I nudge her in the ribs with my elbow. “Huh?”
“Earth to Scarlett. You haven’t paid one bit of attention to anything I’ve said this whole time. I could’ve told you I was headed to the moon, and you would’ve said ‘okay, have fun.’”
A smile snags on her red lips and she tucks a strand of her icy blonde hair behind her ear. “Well. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, if you like the idea of flash freezing in space like a chicken nugget.”
She sighs. “Sorry, I’m just distracted. There’s a lot going on at work and the gala is coming up soon and…”
“Would this have anything to do with Kellen?” I interrupt, trying to keep any irritation out of my voice. If I never have to say that man’s name again…
“What? No, why?” she says in a rush, flitting her eyes back to Theo.
I’ve spent almost half my life knowing this woman and I’ve spent the last eight years really paying attention to her tics and her moods, gauging them and what they mean. Something is bothering her, but she refuses to divulge and an enormous chunk of me hopes itisabout Kellen. Maybe she’s figured out how much of a limp noodle he is. A goldfish has more personality—I’m just saying.
“No reason. You seem on edge. Anything I can do to help?” I offer.
She chews at her lip, and without looking at me, she shakes her head. I let it go, not because I want to, but because she’s always preferred to fight her battles in the shadows. I respect her need for privacy and would never want her to feel like I’m intruding where I don’t belong. It’s the least I can do.
