Page 87 of Here With Me

Says the cockblocker.

Fisher

You only want me for my dick, don’t you?

Noah

No, your fingers and mouth have been very useful as well.

I giggle, knowing his reaction will be an eye roll or something equivalent. His sexting game is improving, but when I check his response as I walk in my front door, the last thing I expect is a photo snapshot of his groin. Blinking hard to make sure I’m not imagining things, I swallow down the lump in my throat and stare athim.

The veins in his arm and hand pop as he grips his erection through his jeans, showing me just how hard he is.

Noah

I could take care of that if you’d let me. In case you forgot the food truck moment with me on my knees...

Fisher

I very much remember.

Noah

I’m gonna get a complex, thinking you don’t like my blow jobs.

I strip off my work clothes and turn on the shower. Dinners at my parents are always fun, but tonight I’m nervous as hell since Fisher’s coming. I’m torn between acting normal and being indifferent when he’s there. If anyone notices something off, they won’t hesitate to mention it—especially my brothers, who almost caught us Friday night.

As I’m about to dip underneath the water, my phone rings with a FaceTime call. Deciding to answer it, I bring it in the shower with me.

“Hello, Mr. Underwood,” I taunt, placing my phone on the shelf that won’t get wet. I notice he’s in his truck. “I’m practicin’ your name for tonight. What do ya think?”

His gaze moves up and down. “Um, I think you’re naked in the shower. Why’d you pick up?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sir. I FaceTime with Magnolia in the shower, too.”

He arches a brow, and I laugh.

“What? I’m a busy person. I gotta multitask.” I grab the soap and lather up my arms and chest.

“Are you bein’ serious?” he asks.

“Yeah, I need to get ready for supper.”

“Not about that. Am I really givin’ you a complex because I won’t let you suck my dick?”

I bite back a laugh and nod firmly as I casually wash the rest of my body. “Yes. I’m gonna have to find some moron I meet at a bar and—”

“Noah.” His deep, stressed voice cuts through the air, but I continue as I rinse off.

“And give him my best blow job. I mean, practice makes perfect, right?”

When I finally glance at the screen, his gaze is lethal. “What?”

“Your cute little tactics aren’t gonna work on me.”

“No idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

Then I angle my phone down so he can see below my waist. “Hold on, I gotta put on shavin’ cream.”