“Here.” He tosses his keys at me. “Just take the truck.”
Because I have damn good reflexes, I catch them midair. “Are you sure?” It’s not like I haven’t driven his truck before. I have. Lots of times. Especially to visit my grandparents.
“Yeah, Vi, I’m sure. What are you going to do? Walk back over here loaded down with stuff?” He shakes his head like I’m making a big deal out of nothing. And maybe I am. Who knows anymore? “Just take the truck and then we’ll figure out what to do for dinner. Okay?”
Yeah, that actually sounds really good.
And you know what?
It almost feels as if everything has somehow slid right back to the way it should be. Well, except for watching him drink down that damn Gatorade...
“Thanks. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.”
“Alright, I’m just going to jump in the shower.” That being said, he slides past me. I actually catch myself trying to get a whiff of him as he heads towards his bedroom. He should smell all gross and disgusting from working out.
He doesn’t.
“I’ll see you in a little bit,” I call after him.
Clenching the keys tightly in my hand, I slowly open my fingers before flexing them. Then I head for the door. By the time I get to his pickup parked out in front of the building and pull it into gear, I realize that I’ve forgotten to grab the keys for my dorm.
Crap.
Slipping back into the parking space, I shut off the truck before jumping out and heading into the apartment building. Using Sam’s key to open the door, I fly inside. I’m just turning the corner into the short hallway that leads to Dylan’s bedroom when I realize that the bathroom door is wide open.
And there Sam is drying his hair.
Naked.
Like… completely naked.
As in not one damn stitch of clothing on.
Unable to move a single muscle, I stand there, completely transfixed by the sight before me. An odd sort of paralysis slides its way through me as my eyes lick over every exquisite inch of him.
And he is, without a doubt, exquisite.
I mean, sure, of course I knew Sam was ripped. He works out religiously and has been playing football for a good fifteen years. I’ve also seen him without a shirt covering that toned chest of his. Why just this morning I saw him without a shirt on. Not to mention last night… Although I can’t exactly say that my eyes lingered on his broad strapping chest for very long before dropping down to his-
Gulp.
And there it is.
He isn’t hard.
Another gulp.
Not like this morning. His thick cock just lies there, nestled between those tree trunk sized thighs of his. Even though he isn’t stiff, his size is still rather impressive.
I’m pretty sure I just gasped or (god forbid) moaned or emitted some kind of sound because he suddenly lowers the towel from his face as his bluer-than-blue depths stab my saucer sized ones. Surprise flashes in his eyes right before they flare wide. Neither one of us utters a single word.
Not.
One.
Damn.
Word.
And, yeah, I’m still totally immobilized over here. My brain is hastily sending commands like- close your eyes! Run! Turn away! But my body isn’t receiving the signals. So I’m kind of stuck just standing here all slack jawed like some sheltered young virgin who has never seen a real live penis before.
Which we all know is the farthest thing from the truth and yet, here I am, still gawking away. It’s definitely not one of my finer moments.
All Sam has to do is reach out, slamming the door in my face, and the horror currently taking place would thankfully be over. But he doesn’t do that either. He simply stands there, his eyes holding mine.
No, that’s not quite right.
They’re not just holding mine.
More like blazing with heat and intensity and...
Oh god… I’m really going to hate myself for what happens next but I just can’t seem to help myself. I really can’t. My eyes drop once more to his long thick-
Erection.
When the hell did that happen?
Because suddenly, he’s rock hard.
Rock.
Hard.
No lie. All the saliva dries in my mouth as I continue staring at his gorgeous cock.
Holy shit.
I seriously did not just think that!
“Violet.”
The low growly sound emanating from somewhere deep within his chest has my wide eyes snapping back up to his now flashing ones. Even though my throat is ridiculously dry, like I haven’t had a sip of water in days, I gulp again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his blue eyes flash with such intensity. It’s enough to finally have me breaking free from the stupor that’s been holding me paralyzed.
For some strange reason, my fight or flight response kicks in.
I find myself turning tail and running from the apartment before racing down the steps as fast as my Converse clad feet will take me. Because I still have his keys clenched tightly in my hands, I jump back inside the pickup, throwing it into reverse before peeling out of the parking lot.
Holy shit.
I just saw Sam with a massive boner.
And all I could do was stare at it in total and utter fascination.
This is bad.
Really, really bad.
Chapter Fourteen
When I finally find the courage to slink back to the guy’s apartment, it’s well after midnight. Everything is dark and silent. I don’t even realize that I’m holding my breath until it comes hissing out slowly in relief.
I just don’t think I can face Sam right now. I really don’t. I’m so freaking embarrassed. Embarrassed to have seen him like that and then be caught so dumbstruck by the sight of his cock.
His very hard, very thick cock.
Gulp.
I really need to stop thinking about that. It’s one thing to feel it nestled against my ass in the wee hours of the morning, separated by at least two layers of clothing and quite another to catch a glimpse, alright way more than a glimpse, all up close and personal like that. If I had to, I could probably render a pretty accurate description to a sketch artist.
Or pick it out of a line up…
Oh god… this is terrible.
And we’re certainly not going to talk about the fact that I kind of wanted to get even more up close and personal with said cock either.
Unfortunately I haven’t been able to think about anything else since the incident happened.
I should really be able to laugh this whole thing off. We both should. Hell, maybe he already has. But I wouldn’t know because I’m too chicken shit to actually find out. He did try texting earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I needed some time to pull myself back together again. I just want to shake this whole thing off and move on. But I can’t. Our entire relationship seems to be teetering on the brink of disaster.
For a good hour or so, I debated the merits of just grabbing some stuff from the dorm and crashing at my grandparent’s place, but there are books I need for class tomorrow which are in Dylan’s room. Plus, I have Sam’s truck. As well as his keys. I can’t exactly hijack it, now can I?
Well… I suppose I could.
But if I puss out now, things between us will only get weirder than they already are. And I don’t want that. So yeah, I’ve come back to face the music but that doesn’t mean I’m not relieved to face it tomorrow morning rather than tonight.
This has got to be like the forth bullet I’ve dodged today.
I don’t even know anymore.
I’ve lost count.
Quietly I tiptoe into the bedroom I’ve been staying in before huffing out yet another relieved breath as I quickly close and lock the door behind me. As I do, everything within me very nearly collapses. I just want to dive under the covers, squeeze my eyes tightly shut and fall asleep. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow morning, this wh
Christ.
Now I’ve mentally dubbed it the cock incident.
Perfect.
Just… perfect.
I change quickly before hopping onto Dylan’s queen sized bed. Any other night, I would wash my face and brush my teeth. Maybe even take a nice hot shower. But not tonight. Nope. Because there is no way in hell I’m chancing another run in with Sam. I’ll just go straight to bed and scrub everything extra hard in the morning.
Sliding under the covers, I suck in a deep breath before closing my eyes. Yes. This day is thankfully over and when I wake up in the morning, I’ll realize that what happened between us wasn’t such a big deal after all.
So I saw his cock…
Who cares?
I mean, we’re both adults here. It’s not like I haven’t seen half a dozen other cocks before.
Okay… so maybe it’s been a while since I saw one so long and thick.
As that thought settles within me, I flip restlessly onto my side trying almost desperately to dislodge the image from my head. There had been a nest of dark blond curls that his erection had risen up from. And then there had been those heavy looking ba-
My eyes snap open.
What the hell am I doing?
No… seriously?
I throw myself over onto the other side before huffing out a frustrated breath. Then I pound my fist into the pillow trying to even out all the fluff.
No more thinking about Sam’s girthy cock.
Goddamn it!
Sam is my friend. My best friend. Next to my grandparents, he’s all I have in this world. I’m just not willing to risk our friendship over a little bit of sexual attraction. That would be the very definition of shortsighted and stupid. There is absolutely no way you can have sex with someone and remain best buddies after the fact. It just doesn’t work that way. Not only do I have a terrible dating track record, but I’m barely friends with the guys I’ve already slept with. Oh sure, they’re friendly enough when I see them out and they’re trying to get back inside my pants, but other than that?
Not so much.
I’m not willing to risk an eight year friendship for that.
After about fifteen more minutes it becomes glaringly apparent that I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about what happened with Sam. Not that anything actually happened… because it most definitely did not.
You know what’s even worse than the fact that I can’t stop thinking about the massive erection he had?
That my panties are now drenched and I’m so completely turned on that I can barely think straight. My clit is literally throbbing to some imaginary deep bass tempo.
Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing…
Yup, I’m a total deviant.
So when my fingers tentatively slide their way inside my panties, I don’t even bother trying to fool myself about what’s going on. I know exactly what has stoked the flames of my desire to such a fevered pitch. And it has absolutely nothing to do with Liam Garrison’s kiss earlier today either.
Truth be told, I haven’t even thought about that kiss. Not one damn time.
Committing to the fact that this is going to happen, because I have the feeling that if I don’t take care of business now, I won’t be sleeping a damn wink tonight, I slide my panties down my legs before kicking them off under the covers. Then I close my eyes and widen my thighs, groaning softly at the very first flick of my fingers over the smooth flesh before zeroing in on my already throbbing clit.
God, how long has it been since I’ve felt this horny?
I can’t remember.
Even though I try fantasizing about someone else, anyone else, my mind keeps circling right back to Sam. And the way he was holding me in his arms this morning. His big warm hand cupping, then squeezing, my breast. His heavy erection pressing against my panty covered ass.
With a little more pressure, my fingers begin working the flesh faster now. Quick circular strokes. My legs fall completely open as I arch my back off the mattress. A little moan escapes from between my parted lips as I continue caressing that little bundle of nerves nestled within my silky flesh.
Oh God…
I’m going to-
“Vi?”
A soft knock on the bedroom door has my eyes flying open and my heart nearly seizing in panic. But still my fingers don’t stop. Because I’m too damn close. My body is strung tighter than a bow.
I’m literally aching for release.
Gritting my teeth, I bite out a hoarse response. “Yeah?” The word sounds low and forced. I really should stop touching myself while he’s standing right outside the door, but I can’t.
It feels much too good.
And, god help me, hearing his voice doesn’t douse the flames either. I actually have to bite my lip to stifle the little whimpers that are trying rather desperately to escape.
“Open the door so we can talk.”
Oh hell no!
That is so not going to happen.
As horrified as I am by the idea of him actually opening the door and seeing me like this, my fingers keep moving. Circling. I’m so slippery right now and it feels so freaking good. Especially when my fingers buzz lightly over my hypersensitive clit. My teeth sink deep into my lower lip in an effort to keep everything bottled up inside.
“No,” I gasp. As much as I fight to keep my voice level, I know it’s not when I finally add, “We’ll just talk tomorrow.”
As soon as those low gravelly words roll off my lips, the door handle rattles. I can just picture Sam wrapping his large hand around it as he tries getting inside. For some reason, that image morphs into one where’s he’s slowly pumping that hand over his thick erection as I stand there watching.
Thank god I locked the bedroom door.
Thank freaking god.
“Let me in, Vi.”
That image is all it takes for me to shatter as I continue stroking myself to completion. And this time, I can’t choke back the low moan of pleasure that escapes, no matter how hard I try.
Chapter Fifteen
“Well you sure are here bright and early.”
My grandmother immediately pulls me in for a nice warm hug as I step inside the bright and sunny kitchen.
Shrugging my shoulders, I say with an overly cheerful smile, “I was missing you and thought I’d swing by for breakfast.”
Those words have her lips tilting up at the corners. “Aww, you’re such a sweet girl.” In the very next breath, she adds, “You should have brought Sam with you.”
Yeah… that wasn’t going to be happening. Even the thought of it is enough to leave me wincing. I couldn’t get out of the apartment fast enough this morning. As soon as I heard Sam and Roan leave for their morning workout, I was throwing things into my bag and flying out the door.
Very much like an escape convict fleeing the scene of a heinous crime.
After last night there was absolutely no way in hell I was sticking around for their return. As much as I would dearly love to hash all this out with Sam, get our friendship back on track, I just can’t do it right now. My emotions are all over the place.
I mean, we should be able to sit down and laugh our asses off about this. It really shouldn’t be a big deal. But… I just can’t. Not after last night. Not after seeing him standing there so gloriously naked. God… looking so damn big and beautiful. Those thick slabs of muscle all gleaming wet with droplets of water. And me. Immobilized. Staring at him. Wanting to lick all the moisture from his body. Wanting to stroke my hands over all those solid ridges…
And then him knocking on the door while I was touching myself… all the while fantasizing about him. About that hard body. His cock standing so thick and erect. The way he rattled the door handle, trying to get inside.
Did he know what I was doing?
Could he hear me?
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t stop all that pent up pleasure from escaping through my softly parted mouth. There are bite marks on my lower lip where my teeth sunk into it in an effort to stifle the cries.
It didn’t work.
I really hate to admit this, but I think him standing outside the door, demanding that I let him in, only made the whole thing hotter. When I finally came, I practically saw stars, it was so damn intense. And that hasn’t happened in I-don’t-know-how-long. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever made myself come that hard.
Unconsciously my hands rise to my cheeks which now feel as if they are on fire.
“Hon, you doing okay?” A small frown mars my grandmother’s face as she continues glancing over at me. “All of a sudden, you’re looking flushed.”
You’re damn right I look flushed!
I don’t know how I’m ever going to look Sam in the eyes again, let alone be in the same room with him without feeling like I’m going to die of total embarrassment. Taking a seat at the table, I shake my head.
What I need to do is stop thinking about the cluster fuck I’ve somehow managed to embroil myself in before I simply burst into a big ball of flames. “I’m fine.” My voice sounds all high and reedy. “It’s nothing.”
Her brows draw together in concern. “Maybe you’re coming down with something.” Going to the refrigerator, she takes out a half gallon plastic jug of orange juice before pouring a tall glass and placing it in front of me.
Yeah… vitamin C, no matter how much I consume, is not going to fix this.
“Drink up,” she says adamantly, “I don’t want you getting sick.”
Then she’s off to the cabinet, rifling through the contents before finally finding whatever bottle she’s looking for. Airborne. She sets the huge container of pills down in front of me. “You better take these back to school with you. Can’t be too careful about all those germs flying around.”
Instead of arguing, because I’ll only end up losing, I simply agree. “Sure, okay.” Better for her to think that than suspect the truth.
Stopping in front of me, she places her hands on her slender hips. “Now why didn’t Sam come home with you? I miss seeing his handsome face around here.”
A little sigh of displeasure escapes from my mouth. I was really hoping she would forget about that line of questioning. Should have known better. Gran may be climbing into her seventies, but she has a mind like a steel trap. Worse, she can ferret out a lie within minutes of it rolling off my tongue. I’ll have to play this one cool because there is no way in hell I want to discuss the cock incident with her. Or has it now been more appropriately dubbed- the cock/rubbing-one-out incident?
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