Chapter Five #2
We exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone.
He’s right, I need to clear my mind. Powering down my computer for the night, I decide to head into the city.
Maybe I’ll hit Z13 up, it’s a club in our territory that we like to frequent.
We’ll see how I feel. I haven’t really been in the mood to go in a few days.
Deciding to discard that idea, I make the decision to just head into the city anyway.
Lee still hasn’t texted me, and I don’t want to sit here worrying to death about her.
Walking into my bathroom, I turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up.
I need it if I’m going to stay awake after the day I’ve had.
Really I should stay home and sleep, but will I?
No, I won’t because apparently I like torturing myself.
After stripping off my clothes, I run my hands through my hair preparing myself to get in the shower before stepping in.
The second I do, the hot water behind me hits my back causing me to groan.
I try to shower quickly, but thoughts of Lee in her sexy as fuck dress take over my mind.
My cock hardens and begins to ache as it demands attention from me.
Fuck it.
I take my body wash and lather up my hand before finally gripping the base of my dick and groaning out in sweet relief.
Closing my eyes, my left arm leans against the tile of the bathroom wall.
Instinctually my head rests against it and my body leans slightly forward.
The image of Lee in front of me, naked, arms tied behind her back, and peeking up at me from beneath those long dark eyelashes is almost enough to have my knees buckling. This won’t take long.
Lee leans forward and licks the precum from my tip before spitting on the crown and taking as much as she can before pulling back.
My hand comes down and tangles into the hair at the back of her head, guiding her movements while she works to relax her throat and take more of me until I can feel the head of my cock slide down her throat.
I pull back and give her a second to breathe.
Goddamn, she looks so fucking pretty tied up and sucking me off.
Pressing back into her mouth, she swallows around me and the constriction sets me off.
Pulling out quickly, I stroke my cock until I’m coating her lips and tongue with my release.
She smirks up at me and her eyes blaze with the desire for more.
The pure fucking bliss I’m feeling instantly vanishes the moment I force my eyes open and remember that was just in my mind, and here in the real world I just fucked my hand in the shower like a fucking chump.
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I decided to opt for casual this evening with jeans, a navy hoodie, and a flannel jacket over it.
My vans are tan and white, and my hat is also tan in color.
Strolling down the sidewalk incognito enough to where you aren’t getting side glances, or people moving to the other end of the street is nice.
I’m not used to walking among everyone else.
The old Catholic church that my parents used to drag us to every Sunday morning for Mass comes into view.
Its brick walls look the exact same, the stained glass still shining from the lights on inside the building.
It’s like the building was frozen in time.
As I round the side of the church, I can’t help but notice a dozen or so men and women standing around smoking cigarettes by the stairs that I know lead into the church basement.
Nodding as I pass the crowd, I make sure to keep my head down.
I know where they’re going, and it’s nowhere near where I want to be.
I’m almost past the group of people when I accidentally run into someone. Looking up, I find a man who must be no older than Declan, the same height and build as I am. His bright blue eyes lock on mine, and his mouth quirks up at the edge.
“Sorry about that, man.” I rush out, hoping he’s not about to try to convince me to come in.
“No problem, accidents happen. What’s your name, kid?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I know he isn’t calling me a kid right now. “Well, it sure as fuck isn’t kid.”
He laughs, laughs at my snark, “Yeah, mine isn’t man either. So maybe drop that attitude.”
I’m still pissed off, but he isn’t wrong, and I ran into him, not the other way around, “Name’s Mac.”
He nods and extends his hand to me, I take it on instinct. “I’m Davis. You coming to the meeting?”
“Nah, I don’t need that shit. No offense or anything.”
“None taken. So, where you headed, Mac?”
I think about that for a minute before answering him, “I don’t really know.”
“Want company?”
He looks genuine, but I’m confused on why. We’re not friends. “Why?”
He shrugs noncommittally, “Just look like you need a friend.”
“Well, I don’t. I’m just trying to clear my head. Not looking to bring in any strays.”
My words are meant to slash at his ego, but oddly enough they don’t.
“Okay, well if you change your mind, let me know.” He hands me a business card. It’s such a douchebag move that I can barely contain my sneer. Then, just because I can also be a dick, I pull out my own business card and hand it to him.
“Yeah, same to you.”
Davis nods and quickly turns to hide his smirk.
He heads into the basement right behind everyone else, shutting the door as he goes.
Effectively shutting myself and everyone else out.
My brain is telling me to go check it out.
Not because I need to, but because I’m curious by nature.
Shaking the thought from my head, I turn on my heels and head further into the city. I need another drink.