Then I went off the grid, thinking about me for once, getting my shit in order. That seemed like a lifetime ago now, but here I was: still loving every fucking minute of it. I kept to myself, did my work, and when my shift was over, I headed home and lived in solitude. After I finished my sandwich and the lunch horn rang again, I got back to work.
And I sure as hell did jerk off. Fuck that. He straightened and narrowed his eyes. I pulled out of his grasp. I walked over to the front door of my apartment, opened it, and glared at him.
Now, please get the hell out of my apartment. I just wanted him gone so I could finish packing. When he was out of my apartment, I shut and locked the door, and went back over to my suitcase. I needed to get my shit together and hit the road; I planned on disconnecting for the next week. This little trip was definitely a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I knew it would do me good.
It had to, because right now I was tired of the world around me. I zipped up my bag and sat on the couch. I was going to spend the next seven days in a cabin three hours from the city. The city noises, sights, lights, and all the bullshit that came with it and my job would fade away as I focused on just me.
Chapter Two Jake As I headed to my truck after work, I heard the guys talking about going into town and scoring. Even before her, I had never been one to hit up the bar trying to stick my dick in the easiest female. I opened the bed of my truck and grabbed my cloth. I might like the peace and quiet, and love the solitude, but the fact remained I also liked women, and not having one in years was pretty fucking hard.
The way they smelled so damn sweet, and the fact they were soft all over, had me harder than steel every damn night. I had no hopes of ever finding that perfect woman for me, not where I lived. No, I might complain about being lonely, but I enjoyed that solitude, too. I got in my truck and made the forty-five minute drive to my cabin. I was out in the middle of fucking nowhere, having built the cabin two years ago. It was small, only two rooms, but the property was five acres and afforded me the privacy I wanted.
When I was back at the cabin and inside, I went into the bathroom, cranked the shower on, and got undressed. Once in the shower, I closed my eyes and braced a hand on the tile wall in front of me. My balls drew up tight, I clenched my jaw, and I started jerking off. Moving my palm up and down my cock.
Stroking myself faster and harder. Rye ground his dick into me again, over and over, until I found myself reaching up and holding on to his biceps for support. He was rock hard and tense beneath my palms. He moved his tongue along the shell of my ear and I moaned. He pulled away only enough that he had his mouth close to mine once more. Then his mouth was on mine, and he was running his tongue along my bottom lip.
I heard his nails dig into the door. I opened my mouth, took his tongue between my lips, and sucked on it. God, this was exactly what living was really like. My heart was this steady drum inside of me. I bounced my leg, my nerves strung tight, my palms sweaty. Everything in me felt like it would combust.
I looked down at my engagement ring. I heard a car door shut. My heart jumped to my throat. We lived together now, had been for the last year. My father had grumbled about it for a minute, but he got over that really quick. He was just protective, and I understood that. I heard the front door open and ran my hands over my thighs.
He rounded the corner, stopping when he saw me, now standing a few feet from the coffee table. I heard it deep in my belly, felt it all over. I was about to tell him, about to change things in our life that might upset the balance.
I was nervous and afraid, worried what Rye would say. I took a steadying breath, because right now that was all I could do, all I could even think about. Just say it. His voice was thick, but his face was emotionless. His entire body was tense, his muscles bulging, his tattoos on clear display. I just wanted to embrace what I felt, but it went against my nature.
I finished getting dressed, putting on the terrycloth shorts and another plain shirt Amelia had given me, since she was always the one handing me the items. I picked at them, exhaling, just wanting to go to bed, because my body was wiped, yet my mind was wide awake. I opened the door and shut off the light, stepping into the room and stilling when I saw Wilder sitting on the edge of the bed.
He had his elbows resting on his knees, his big upper body hunched forward slightly, his head turned in my direction as he looked at me. For a moment, I just stood there, my heart racing as we stared at each other.
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