Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Mmm… That sounds really good.”
I closed my eyes. “It’s taking everything in me to stay where I am and not come to your room right now.”
“Maybe that’s what I want—your mouth on me, my hair pulled.”
“Say that again tomorrow, sweetheart, and try to stop me—all that and more.” I blew out a shaky breath. “Now turn around again so I can take one last look. As much as I’m loving every second of this, I don’t want anyone else seeing you this way.”
Alex turned. My eyes raked slowly up and down her incredible body, searing it into my memory. “Thank you.”
“Sweet dreams, Brayden. I know I’ll be having them.”
“Goodnight, babe. Don’t forget to pull the curtains.”
“Okay.”
After the line went dead, Alex wiggled her fingers in a wave before closing the drapes. With the peep show over, I turned and looked around my room. There wasn’t much more to it than a bed, dresser, TV, and lamp. And I was way too wired to go to sleep now, even after all the wine we’d had tonight. I thought about going to the hotel gym, or maybe even out for a run. Although neither of those would be too comfortable with the erection currently bulging from my underwear. So I settled for a quick shower, figuring I’d take care of myself while conjuring up fresh images of Alex in her sexy underwear.
In the bathroom, I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before peeling off my boxer briefs. I didn’t even have to close my eyes to remember every detail—her striking blue eyes, naturally pink lips, her creamy, long neck. Her body was perfect, curvy—not rail thin like too many women aspire to be—hips that begged to have fingers dig into them, and a handful of tits I was almost positive were natural. Alex was all woman—so much so that she made every woman who’d come before her seem like a girl in comparison.
Yet at the same time, something about her felt oddly innocent—untouched or pure. Which, of course, was ridiculous considering she’d been happily married for a decade. Maybe I was just adding to the fantasy to get my rocks off—not that I needed more than looking at her. Closing my eyes, I let the warm water sluice over my shoulders and reached for my cock. But as I stroked up and down, a feeling I wasn’t used to came over me.
Guilt.
It felt wrong to jerk off to Alex.
Why? I had no fucking idea. It had never been a problem before. Hell, I’d spent most of my freshman year of college jerking off to my married English professor, and she was married to a woman. Every Tuesday and Thursday I’d said good morning with a big-ass, guilt-free smile.
This is ridiculous.
I needed a release after seeing Alex practically naked. In fact, she probably wanted me to do it. I’d even wager that she was currently in her own room, writhing on the bed with her fingers inside her wet pussy, getting herself off.
Visualizing that took my already steely erection up a notch. So I reached for the conditioner, squirted a healthy amount into the palm of my hand, and went back at it. It felt good, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to relax like I needed to in order to reach the finish line. It was frustrating as hell. Eventually, I gave up and got out of the shower. Hours later, I was still staring at the ceiling in the dark, wondering how I was gonna function with constant blue balls if I didn’t get to touch Alex soon.
***
I was late getting to Ryan’s House on Friday morning. Luckily most volunteers only came for Saturday and Sunday, so it was only the team leaders and two other volunteers who’d gotten into town early.
Alex smirked when I walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I raked a hand through my hair. “What’s so good about it?”
She bit her lip, trying to hide her amusement. “Did you not sleep so well?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Gosh, I slept like a baby.”
I grabbed a paper cup and pulled the lever on the Dunkin’ Box O’ Joe on the table. A few drops trickled out.
“Sorry,” Alex said. “We finished the last of it. But I was just about to go pick up some waters. I can grab you a coffee.”
“Whatever.” I pouted.
Then Chad, another volunteer I hadn’t realized was here, walked into the room. I wasn’t a big fan of his, mostly because he was good looking, closer to Alex’s age than me, and followed her around like a puppy.
“I’m going for a Dunkin’ run,” Alex said. “You want anything, Chad?”
“No, but I’ll take the ride with you.”
Great. As if I weren’t already in a piss-poor mood. But whatever. I had shit to do. So I went about starting my day while the two of them disappeared. I was on my second trip hauling in boxes of tile from my car when a man walked up. He was dressed in tattered clothes, had silver duct tape wrapped around the front of one sneaker, and had a large green duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He looked vaguely familiar.