13. Merri
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. . .
The car I was sitting in felt fucking claustrophobic.
The space felt confined and the air stale. I was losing my motherfucking mind. I was cracking. Hell, I’d cracked a week ago by asking her to date, and the last seven days had been the sweetest torture. Being around her and not kissing her was slowly killing me, but I’d stayed true to my word.
To all of them.
My dick was like fucking steel pressed against my thigh while I sat outside her oldest sister’s place. I wasn’t sure what happened during brunch, but she had stopped responding to my texts. She didn’t take my calls.
A sinking grim feeling started to grow in the pit of my gut. I let go of the steering wheel and stroked my beard. What if she told them about me? About the gifts I hadn’t been able to stop sending.
Shit, she hadn’t even mentioned them to me.
But I didn’t miss the way the teddy bear I’d sent her sat next to her desk along with the croissant and latte figurine. Noticing the things around her place, her using them, making her life easier, had fed the thing inside me. It made him get cocky and arrogant enough to send earrings.
Earrings she hasn’t put on yet.
I’d noticed the black box on top of a bookshelf. Had I gone too far? What if I did something to tip her off? Enough to have her suspect the guy she let sleep on her couch, when he knew exactly how to sneak in without her permission, was her secret admirer? What if she noticed that I’d switched out her pills?
You should have claimed her! Go in there, toss her over your shoulder, and take her home! Tie her to the bed and do anything to make her fall in love with you, the monster inside my head growled, but I shook it away.
I ignored the fact one of Oleg’s men was on the same street doing what I was doing and getting paid by me to do it. I couldn’t get myself to move from the spot, though. I miss her. Knowing where she was didn’t help when she wouldn’t talk to me.
My hands dropped to my lap, and I exhaled slowly. I needed to get my shit together. You need to feel closer to her. You know what you need to do, the deep voice inside me that was getting louder with every beat of my heart growled.
I started my car and drove off. Every mile I set between us felt like hell, but I needed to be around her, and the only way to do that without stomping through her sister’s place and ruining any and all chances of having a future with her was to go to her place.
I parked down the street, walked to her place, and snuck in like a thief in the night. I should have felt bad about being there when she wasn’t. Yet taking in that first lungful of air the moment I walked in helped ease a knot in my throat, and I didn’t feel bad. I liked being in her space. I need it. My mind ran dizzy with need as I ignored the small voice begging me to stay in her living room while I entered her bedroom.
I walked right in and straight to the hamper. I looked down and saw it.
Her pjs.
The vision of her in that little mint green and cream satin short and camisole set last night made my teeth grind down. It had put me on edge last night, and it was no better right now. It tested every fucking bit of willpower I had. Fuck, I’d almost swallowed my tongue when she walked out of her room in it.
Not to mention the confident sexy way she walked right over to me and sat on my lap.
I loved seeing her come out of her shell. She was still skittish sometimes, and her inexperience that became a little clearer by the day made me suspect she was untouched, but I didn’t let myself think about it. I just loved how she kept getting more and more comfortable around me.
And when she’d kissed my cheek? Fuck! The brush of her lips against my skin had been innocent, so innocent and sweet, it had made me cum a little. Right in my pants. Like a damn hormonally whacked-out teenager.
I had no idea how the hell I hadn’t taken her right then and there.
My hands clenched at my sides as I breathed in. Scarlett’s feminine scent clung thickly between the walls of her bedroom. My fingers undid my belt. I’d told myself not to come. Not until I had her to give her the biggest load I could. But I couldn’t help myself.
I needed a release. Right then and there. If I didn’t, I wasn’t sure what I’d do.
My dick sprung out, the tip sticky and glossy. The fucker was a ruddy red color straining with need. I spit on my hand, wrapped it around my shaft, and squeezed. The wetness coated around my palm, and my nose flared.
I picked up the satiny top and brought it up to my nose. Breathing in deeply, I groaned loudly, not worried about anyone hearing me. It smelled just like her and made the images in my mind come to life. Scarlett wearing this little getup and stepping into her room while I waited for her.
My hand shuttled up and down my length. Her tits would bounce with pretty, little dark nipples poking through as if begging for my attention. Just like they had the night before. Just like they had been when I’d stepped into her bedroom to watch her sleep.
I opened my eyes and saw them.
The cute little panties were right on top of the matching shorts. Like an animal, I picked them up and wrapped them around my length. My gaze was pinned on my cock, knowing that was the same fabric that had touched her most intimate parts. Was she wet? Fuck, I’d bet my entire bank account she’d been dripping for me. I’d make sure of it once I finally had my hands on her. I’d tease her. Make her feel so damn good, I’d drive her crazy for me. Addicted to my touch.
Another visual popped up. One where I’d have her pull those shorts and panties just below her plump ass cheeks. Keeping her thighs shut, I’d rub the crown of my dick against her pretty little swollen clit. Tease both of us by rubbing it back and forth until I splashed my seed all over her pussy.
“Fuck!” I strained through my teeth as sweat rolled down my neck. My hand pumped back and forth, my head coming up with one filthy scenario after another. It didn’t take long before I was shooting my fucking load all over her cotton panties. Breathing heavily, I wiped my dick clean, making sure I left that cum on the gusset of her panties before breathing in the camisole again.
It’d taken the edge off. It might have relaxed me just a little, but I knew I didn’t have much control left.
I needed her.
And soon.