Chapter 8
The conference room at the community center smelled of burned coffee and lemon cleaner, and my stomach rolled in disgust, even though it was eating itself with hunger at the same moment.
I had just gotten off a shift after having worked with Goldie all night hanging new drywall in Honey she hit her mark.
The problem was, I was so damn tired and horny that I didn’t take the bait.
Instead, I countered her, playing offense instead of catch up like I usually did with her.
“Yep, sure was. Can’t help it when Goldie comes into the room looking that good and your cocky smirk was just salivating at the chance of teasing me with snippets of your day like you had her all twisted up on her prep table while you were alone. ”
“Tanner!” Goldie hissed in shock, and I glanced over at her.
She wasn’t angry. Maybe a little scandalized that I just admitted something so intimate to Rhea and her. But more than that, she was turned on.
“I don’t regret it though,” I said, standing up and grabbing the packets of info the chairwoman had left us with. “Because I’m hard, and Goldie’s wet.” Turning back to the spitfire that started it all, I stared down at her. “What’s that make you?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, but I did catch the way her eyes fell to my zipper once more, and my cock twitched in ways it shouldn’t have when the woman I lusted over more than anything sat across the table. I was just too tired to control it.
“On that note,” I stepped back from the table, throwing away my to-go dish of food and wrapping the silverware back up to take home with me to wash. “I’m going to go relieve some pent-up sexual tension before I go spend the evening at the bakery. I’ll see you there, Goldie.”
“O—okay.” She stammered, and she swallowed again, but the same hint of excitement burned in her pretty blue eyes.
Giving Rhea one last passing glance, I smirked at her, fighting fire with fire, “Have fun working the next twenty-four.”
And with that I left the community center, intent on going home, and jacking off as many times as it took to get the images of Rhea spreading Goldie out like a thanksgiving feast out of my mind so I could focus on the work we had to do tonight.
It was going to take a long time though, because the longer I felt the tension building within this weird little triangle thing we had going, fighting for Goldie’s attention, the more it felt like maybe I wasn’t competing against Rhea at all.
Maybe I was just competing for the right to let Goldie have both of us.