Page 58 of A Real Goode Time

Shit.

She kicked the jeans off, and I had no choice but to notice that her underwear was a thong. I think that was all she wore.

God, her legs were long. Smooth. Strong. Shapely legs. I mean, guys used to talk about a woman’s legs, but these days most guys are only concerned with tits and ass. But Torie, man…she made me a believer in legs. So fucking sexy.

She wore a tight yellow T-shirt with some weird graphic on it, and it highlighted the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And yeah, I’d been stealing glimpses at those perky, upturned tits all damn day.

Just the T-shirt and the thong.

Fuck.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, we’re adults. It’s cool.”

Control my cock, I told myself. Two adults sharing a bed out of necessity.

We’d held hands for hours.

She’d seen my cock, seen me jerk off.

I’d seen her topless. Watched her masturbate under the covers, heard her orgasm.

But we were just friends, just two people sharing a bed.

She glanced at me as she slid into bed, under the covers, and then gazed sleepily at me. “What do you usually sleep in, Rhys?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “When it’s just me? Usually nothing.”

“Not sure that will work in this situation,” she murmured, but her eyes slid over my shoulders, down my torso, to my zipper.

Which was still strained somewhat.

“No,” I bit out. “Probably not.”

Her eyes lingered. “Rhys…”

“I’ll change into shorts.”

She blinked at me owlishly. “Underwear would be fine. I don’t mind.”

“Torie, I…” I knew she knew what I was fighting, right now. “Not sure that’s a good idea.”

“You need to use the bathroom?” she asked, smirking deviously. “I’ll try not to walk in this time.”

“No, Torie. No. I’m not…I wouldn’t…” I laughed nervously. “You know what? Fine. You can plainly see what’s going on. It’s an issue, because yeah, I like you. I’m attracted to you, and goddamnyour legs are sexy. And the T-shirt, no bra? That isnothelping. But I’m an adult. I can handle myself. So just…I’ll keep to my side of the bed.”

She didn’t look away, and I chewed on the inside of my cheek before mentally sayingfuck it.

Grabbed a handful of T-shirt at the back of my neck, I ripped the shirt off over my head, and tossed it aside. Oddly, coincidentally, totally accidentally, it landed on Torie’s jeans. I was hesitant about dropping my jeans in front of her while sporting an enormous erection I could not even begin to hope to control. But it was that or sleep in jeans, and that was a hard pass.

I slid the button free, lowered the zipper, and stepped out of the jeans. And…my cock sprang out into the opening, pressing with a thick bulge against the confines of my underwear. I heard a sound from Torie, I wasn’t sure exactly what, though. A gulp? A snort of laughter? A soft, quickly suppressed sound. I glanced at her, and she wasn’t even pretending not to stare.

“You sure you’re okay?” she asked, her eyes wide and her voice tight, muffled because she had the blanket up over her mouth and nose, hiding her face except for her eyes. “That’s…um…that looks problematic for you.”

“Yeah, it kind of is.” My mouth ran off with my sense again. “You offering to help?”

She ducked all the way under the blanket. “Nope,” came the muffled reply.

I hissed in frustration. “This is stupid. I’ll be back. I just…I need a minute.” I headed for the bathroom, wincing as walking set the damned engorged problem to swaying.