3. Zane

THREE

ZANE

I’d been a fool. I couldn’t help but reminisce over the night at the North Avenue Live at the end of last week. I laid in my bed waiting for my alarm clock to go off and tell me it was time for another day of grinding away at work. I’d taken a huge risk by confronting Jed, and it had blown up in my face. To the extent I was lucky that no one had walked in on the deep conversation we were having and heard us. Jed had instantly shut me down, though hitting me deep to the core with his spiteful words.

Hate is such a strong word. It made me question whether he meant it or was just saying it to get me to shut up. The risk increased by the second. I kept him cornered away from what he was doing. He had doubts and reservations about the next step, but hiding away wasn’t helping the situation. It made me wonder if he had played down the conservations surrounding his family and if there was more behind the scenes than I knew.

The thing was the way he forced out those words of hate and despise—just made me even more obsessed with him. My cock wept and cried for attention, knowing that this man was so caught up in me—even if it was negatively. I smirked at the thought, knowing that hate connects a fine line between obsessions. One that he could have with me but was too scared to admit.

I reached under the sheets for my hard length and hissed when my cold fingers curled around the smooth warm skin.

“Fuck…” I cursed out as I gritted my teeth together and started to stroke myself, rubbing my thumb over the tip to gather the drop of pre-cum and rub it down my shaft in an attempt to help my fingers slide effortlessly up and down. “This is what you do to me, Jed.” I groaned out. “The want and desire you can’t hide even through your words of hate and anger at me.”

I continued stroking myself faster, my breath increasing and becoming ragged as I undulated my hips to the pace of my hand.

“I fucking wish you were here. That I could show you what you do to me.” I rasped out. “That I rub our hard lengths together as I stared deep into your heated gaze watching the desire overcome you.” I groaned out. “Fuck, yes….” I continued moving faster. “Jed, yes,” I moaned out. “Yes, yes, fuck…,” I uttered loudly as I came hard and fast over my hand.

I brought my fingers to my mouth, licking and sucking them clean, groaning as my cock twitched away.

“That should have been your mouth,” I hissed as the alarm clock sounded and instantly took me out of the moment.

“Another day ahead without your touch, taste or mouth on mine,” I whispered before climbing out of the bed and sighing deeply. “Time for a quick shower and then straight into the grind.”

At least my mind would be kept occupied if Sean was correct with his predictions today. According to him the uptake in clients should increase thanks to being one of the businesses participating in the charity Christmas wish tree event.

It made me wonder if my Christmas wish would come true this year.

Highly unlikely…