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How I’ve always felt about her.

In fact, I’d wager now things are going to be so much worse because Iknowwhat she sounds like. Before, all I had to go off of was my own imagined thoughts, but now…

Now I know.

And I’ll never be able to un-know what’s branded itself in my brain.

But like everything else in my life, I’ll keep it to myself. Take it to my damn grave.

I reach for the blanket on the other end of the couch and unfold it. Then I carefully place it over Nora—working to give her most of it, but I don’t leave Russ without.

Nora curls up in the blanket, a soft smile on her face, and a stupid sense of pride falls over me.

She doesn’t even know I’m here, and if she did…

If she knew whatI did…

I push the thought away, and head back to my room and shut my door. As I slip out of my dirty boxers, my cock lazily throbs, still semi-hard. I grab myself curiously, because this has never happened to me before.

Usually when I come, it’s quick, and I can get back to whatever I was supposed to be doing, but…I get the feeling that’s not going to happen right now.

I’ve never come more than once in a day before. I didn’t even know I could stay hard after I come. But I guess Nora Brighton has a way of pushing me into the unknown whether she knows it or not.

I won’t think about them. At least that’s what I tell myself as I lie on my bed, naked, with my cock in my hand. All I’ll think about is how good it felt to come. Like Zack says. Focus on what feels good.

Because itdidfeel good.

Not just the coming part, but…the leading up to it. Being so hard and turned on, I couldn’t help myself. Fighting the urge but not being able to resist.

I know something inside of me broke tonight. Something I’ll never be able to repair.

My thumb slides through a fresh bout of precum, and I swallow hard as my cock stiffens in my hand. I spread my precum along my shaft and stroke myself, closing my eyes. I give in to the feeling—the ache in my balls, the throb of my cock. Nora’s cry echoes in my mind, the sound of her coming etched in my brain for all eternity.

I come again, my entire body loosening as I give myself over to the pleasure. And then I roll over on my side, curling into my covers and pillow with exhaustion, and tell myself I’ll never do this again. I’ll never think about this again.

I will bury this moment, and the one before it, deep within me.

And as slumber takes me like a thief, I let myself believe it.

7

RUSH

My back is killing me,and my body feels like a damn furnace. I groan as I come to, my head splitting from a night of drinking with Freddie and my teammates. The TV light is bright, and I hear a heavy throat clearing. I’m acutely aware of something heavy pressed against me.

My eyes flutter as I try to focus, but I can see a large shadow against me, and one looming over me.

“What the hell…” I rub my eyes, clearing my vision and the first thing I see is…exactly what orwhois pressed against me.

Nora fucking Brighton.

Brett’s…ex. The woman he stupidly let go. She did say they broke up, or ratherhebroke up with her because the bastard cheated on her.

My memory is hazy at best as I try to remember what happened, but I barely have time to think because Freddie speaks.

“We need to talk, Russ,” he says bitterly. Panic and anxiety lace through me as confusion chases the wandering thoughts.

I glance from him to Nora, who rests in my arms underneath the blanket. Her body is warm and solid against mine, and I like how it feels. Too much. Not enough. Something in between.