20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
“Fuck,” I say getting into my rental car.
I fire up Jillian’s app and see all the responses.
Shite, she found the settings and opened the fucking floodgates for responses.
Delete
Delete
Delete
Delete
I block responses again and hold the phone against my forehead.
I need Balor, but he’ll dime me out to Riordan if he finds out I’m screwing around with a prosecutor’s dating app because I fucked her and don’t want another man’s hands on her.
“Get your shit together,” I murmur to myself.
My cock strains in my pants again. It’s hard and ready to go another round with my hand.
Seeing no one around, I log into the cameras I planted in Jillian’s apartment and my jaw goes tight, seeing she’s in the shower.
Whoever put glass doors in that thing had to have voyeurs in mind. The camera I swapped out for the plug-in air freshener captures her soaping up that body. She looks sexy as fuck in the middle of all that steam.
Putting the phone on my dashboard, I look around and lower my zipper.
This is what it’s come to for me, jerking off on a balcony, in the car, unable to wait until I get home.
Christ, it’s so thick, I can barely get my hand around it.
I picture Jillian holding her plastic friend with two hands. I groan a laugh because I need both hands to get this thing off.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Stroke my cock,” I moan uncontrollably from the double pressure.
Jillian’s soapy hands move up and down her breasts. God, what I wouldn’t give to be in that shower with her. Taking her from behind with her palms against the slippery tiled wall.
That arse. That fucking big, round arse with cheeks that can accommodate my massive hands call out to me.
Why the hell did I leave the other night without making plans to see her again?
I could be deep inside her instead of spying on her to get myself off.
She gets out and towels herself off. Her smooth blonde hair is pinned up, but a few wet strands stick to her glistening body. Standing there naked, she starts applying lotion and I come all over my hands, wishing I was dousing her with my own creamy moisturizer. I hear it’s good for the skin.
Get. Your. Shit. Together.
I toss the phone and get my arse on the road before a fucking cop finds me sitting here with cum all over myself. One last glance at Jillian’s app profile and I see the BLOCK held.
But it won’t for long. Like my patience.