Chapter 13 Colton #2
“Sure,” I tell her, reaching across her to grab the roll of stickers she gestured to with her elbow. As I do, my fingers graze her across her breast, and she lets out a sharp intake of breath at the contact.
“Sorry,” I murmur, trying not to think too hard about the sounds she made the last time I touched her.
“No worries,” she says, giving me a shy smile.
I struggle to concentrate on placing the stickers on the aluminum tops, but my mind’s racing with the desire to be closer to her. After a few moments of working in silence, Lucy leans over and turns up the music playing in the background.
“God, I love this song,” she says, singing along and wiggling her hips to the beat of the country song blasting through the speaker.
“Come on and dance with me, Cowboy. I promise it won’t kill you to have a little fun,” she teases.
I hesitate, not because I don’t want to dance with her, but because I don’t trust myself not to do something incredibly stupid if I say yes.
Finally, my willpower cracks, and I reach out, taking her hand and letting her spin around me.
Her body grazes mine, and I feel her everywhere.
It takes every ounce of my restraint not to pull her body into mine and kiss her, but instead, I try to focus on how good she feels in my arms. I soak in the feeling of my hands on her waist and her fingers tangled in my hair underneath my hat.
She leans in, letting her forehead rest against my chest as we sway to the music.
After a few minutes, the song ends, and she pulls back, her cheeks pink with excitement, and smiles up at me.
“Thanks, Cowboy, that was fun,” she says before pausing and adding, “almost as fun as our first dance.”
I freeze at the memory before facing a smile on my face. “Yeah, almost,” I agree, despite the fact that it’s not true. I’m pretty sure that nothing will ever compare to the first night we spent together.
“Alrighty, well, I think we’re done here,” she says after a moment, looking down at the kitchen full of candles. “Thank you again for your help. It really helped make this go by faster.”
“Of course, I’ll see you in the morning,” I tell her, wanting to pull her into my arms, but instead, waving awkwardly. “I’m gonna grab a shower and head to bed.”
“Sounds good. Are we still on for the hayride tomorrow night?” she asks, and I nod.
“Yep, I’m looking forward to it,” I tell her honestly.
“Me too. Goodnight, Cowboy,” she says with a smile as I turn to head upstairs.
As soon as I’ve locked myself in the bathroom, I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself down after having Lucy that close to me again. I feel like a man starved, desperate for the smallest taste of her.
We’re just friends. We’re just friends. We’re just fucking friends, I remind myself, stripping off my clothes and getting in the shower.
My dick bobs, hard and desperate for relief after the way I’ve fantasized about my best friend’s little sister today.
I’d hoped that the time away working on my farmhouse would be enough to quench the desire I had for her, but clearly that hadn’t worked.
I’m hornier than ever, and the little brunette vixen downstairs seems to be the only cure.
I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself to take a night at The Watering Hole and find a woman to fill my time with, at least to kill this desperate need I feel.
But each time, the thought of touching anyone other than Lucy feels like the ultimate betrayal, despite the fact that we’re definitely not together.
Looking down, I see the bottle of Lucy’s peach shampoo sitting on the ledge of the tub.
Without thinking, I reach down and squirt a dollop of it into my hand and breathe out a sigh of relief at her sweet scent filling the shower.
It’s not nearly as good as the real thing, but it’ll do, I think, reaching down to palm my cock.
The second I touch myself surrounded by her scent, I groan, unaccustomed to the feral feeling of need that’s currently running through my veins.
For the first time since I found out who she was, I allow myself to really fantasize about Lucy, imagining her spread out for me, and begging to take my cock.
Letting my tongue lap against her clit as she pulls on my hair, out of her mind with want.
Her on her knees, ready to take my cock between those pretty as hell lips of hers.
In less than a minute, I feel my balls draw up and know I’m seconds away from coming.
“God, yes. Don’t stop, Lucy,” I whisper, jerking on my cock and lost in thoughts of what I’d love to do to her.
An orgasm tears through me, cum spurting from the tip of my dick, covering the side of the shower with the proof of how badly I want the girl downstairs.
“God damn it. Friends my ass,” I mutter, a wave of shame running through me at what I just did. But that wave of shame isn’t enough to make me regret it. The truth is, I want Lucy Phillips, and I don’t see that changing, no matter how many times I remind myself I can’t have her.