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Chapter 20

Mikey

This was all Guy Stelle’s fault. He was all “give her space” and “be her friend.” If I were typical me, I’d have had my hands under the sheets and my fingers covered in Jessie. But no, I had to behave myself under extreme circumstances.

Jessalyn Welsh had been touching herself in my bed. I heard what she sounded like when she was actually turned on. I saw the flush in her cheeks before she realized I could see her. Her hand was under the covers, but I could tell what she was doing. God, she was fucking gorgeous.

I sat in the living room with the TV up way too loud, shellshocked with an aching hard-on. My sweats were fucking wet from my tip leaking. My dick was literally crying for attention, and I’d already jerked it in the shower after dinner. Christ. How did she have that kind of power over me?

Because she was Jessalyn, and I was obsessed with her. That’s how.

Fuck it. I couldn’t get in bed with her with my dick like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she breathed. How it caught the slightest bit when I leaned over her to get a plate from the cabinet. What would that feel like against my neck, deep inside her, making her beg for me? How would she taste? She wore this perfume or lotion or something that made her have this soft peach scent. Would I smell like that after we fucked? Would she be as feisty in bed as she was when we bantered, or would she let me take the lead? Would it be “take me, Daddy” or would it be “fuck me, Ben?” Maybe ten strokes later, my hand was a mess. I’m not sure I’d ever come that hard, that fast.

As I came down, I realized it was Florida playing Toronto on the screen. We were playing Toronto in a few days, so it would be smart for me to watch. Yep, I could give Coach notes and show how much value I added to the team by checking them out. It was already debatable whether we’d be snagging a wild card spot that year. We needed all the help we could get.

I had to get my head on straight. I couldn’t keep living in this Jess-centric la-la-land.

It was no fault of hers. I just hadn’t been this way over a woman, I don’t know, maybe ever?

Would giving in make it better? Or would giving in make me more of a shithead for inviting her into the lion’s den only to be devoured by the lion himself?

When I crawled into bed with Jess a couple of hours later, she let out a quiet hum in her sleep. Her breathing was downy soft. I was usually a side sleeper, but I couldn’t help myself. I stayed on my back in case she’d want to curl up on my chest like she did that first night. Thinking over the day, I relished how for the first time in my life, I’d started and ended an entire day with the same person.