CHAPTER NINE

TIMBER

When Lindy woke up, I kept the kitchen table between us to disguise the obvious bulge tenting my sweatpants. I don't think she noticed it during my short sprint between the kitchen and the bed to drop off the water and meds or during our conversation, which should have been enough to rein it in.

But the motherfucker refused to deflate while in the same room as Lindy.

So, a shower seemed like a good idea. Something to cool me down.

I toss my clothes onto the white tile, hop into the slim stall, and turn the water to the coldest setting.

And the biting chill doesn't do a damn thing to douse my arousal.

Damn. Shit. Fuck.

Desperate for a reprieve, no matter how much of a pervert it makes me, I soap up my body and grab my cock. It started leaking pre-cum the moment I thought of Lindy's pussy, so my dick's already a fucking slippery mess without the soapy lubricant.

Bracing one hand on the beige wall, I imagine Lindy on her knees in front of me. Waiting to drink down everything I give her.

I stroke harder at the thought of her mouth sucking my dick. Licking it like she loves every inch of it, and my own mouth salivates thinking about her cream coating my tongue. I'd eat her out, then like a good girl, she'd return the favor—but not out of obligation, out of sheer need.

My breathing stutters as I give one more firm squeeze at that visual, and I come hard. Ropes of cum splatter the shower floor and wall as I lean against it to catch my breath. Holy hell. That was a damn sexy fantasy.

If only I can make it real some day…

Adjusting the temperature so warm water runs down my body, I wash away the evidence of my jerking off.

Then berate myself.

What the fuck am I thinking? Hell will freeze over before Lindy lets me put my hands on her curves—or my dick in her sweet mouth… or tight pussy.

Goddammit.

My cock rallies for a second round but I ignore it. I focus on roughly scrubbing myself down and getting the hell out of the shower before there's a repeat performance.

Stop thinking about fucking Lindy.

She's had a tough night—a tough year, to be honest.

But so have I when it comes to my girl. I've struggled to get her out of my head for months.

How can I ignore her now when she's just on the other side of the door?

Warm in the bed we shared?

Easy. Remember how much you don't want to scare her off and keep your dick in your pants.