Lib Novel Page 14
Please, Grayson… it would mean a lot to me to have all of you here.
It’ll be just like old times, I promise.
Leave it to my sister to lay on the dramatics. Maybe it was her pleading, maybe it was because for a moment I dared to hope it could be like the good old days.
Before I’d embarrassed myself and my family.
Before I knew I’d be alone forever.
I’ll have to get back to you a little later. I’m in desperate need of a shower right now.
It was a shitty response, but I was getting too close for comfort. And I really did need a shower.
I meant what I said to Henry. His hospitality was more than spent, and I didn’t expect to start showering at his place and walking around it like I lived there or something. No, as far as I was concerned, he’d done his part, and I needed to take care of myself.
But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t find some sort of twisted satisfaction in the way he took my shoes off, the way he covered me, making sure I was comfortable.
The way he took care of me.
The memories flooded me, hazy as I remembered how close he’d been to me. The heat from his breath warmed my skin, and his lips looked so deliciously plump, the desire to suck on them, to kiss them was like a living breathing entity all its own.
And for a moment, he looked at me with the same hunger, the same desire, and I leaned in just a fraction…
Fucking hell.
I peeled myself off the couch. Maybe my sister was right; maybe I was that easy. Pump me full of a few drinks and I’ll fall to my knees for prince charming.
But there wouldn’t be any falling on any knees. Not now, and certainly not in my future since I’d probably fucked that up too.
I waltzed through the quiet house, until I’d come to my bathroom, relishing in the privacy. My father was religious about his job—I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree there—and my mother spent most of her days volunteering at the local Jasper Springs Library.
Until four thirty, I had the Sanderson estate all to myself.
Sliding into the shower as the hot steam filled the room was a welcome relief.
Instantly, I let out a groan, letting the water rush over my chilled skin.
My memory was hazy at best, but I could still remember that look Henry gave me, the way his gaze fell to my lips, how his Adam’s apple bobbed just before he’d parted his lips.
Before he’d walked away.
My cock stood at attention almost immediately upon his memory, and I sighed in defeat.
That wasn’t what I came here for.
But I was alone, and I was hot, and I knew the release would feel good. And after the night—and awkward morning—I’d had, I wanted to feel better.
So, I closed my eyes as I wrapped my hand around my cock, slowly stroking my shaft as I let my mind wander.
I let Henry’s image fill my brain, of him on his knees before me, hands undressing me. Only this time in my vision, he didn’t stop at my shoes. This time he painstakingly took his time, unlatching my belt, unzipping my pants…
Fuck.
My cock twitched at the thought of Henry and his long fingers playing at the buttons of my chinos, unzipping me.
Wrapping said fingers around my swollen, leaking head.
A deep, unrelenting grunt escaped my throat and I snapped my hips, picking up more rhythm, thrusting my cock faster into my fist, as I let my fantasies take flight.