27. Harlow
Harlow
I watched as the headlights of Kasey’s orange Bronco drove off toward her cottage on the other side of the Bramley Farm property. Then I shoved my curtains closed and slumped back against the door.
Every bump in the road on the drive home had sent a shiver through my body. And somewhere around the covered bridge, I realized I was probably losing my mind.
I was wound up, flushed, searing—I should have faked an illness and skipped the game. With the memory of that kiss fresh in my mind, left unresolved, I was weak.
I mean, I’d been shamelessly grinding myself against him in the bed of his truck just two days ago.
My emotions were bursting at the seams. Even when I knew it couldn’t happen again, seeing Jude in a hockey uniform with sweat dripping down his face, unlocked something inside of me.
I can’t think about him. But even that thought made my cheeks blush more.
I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the closed door as I deliberated. Maybe it had just been too long of a dry spell. It had been months since anyone had touched me, and over four weeks since I’d last orgasmed. It was just pure science.
I needed to get this out of my system.
A breath filled my lungs as I steadied myself and walked over to my windowsill, lighting a pumpkin-scented candle.
It was the only light in the room and I left it that way.
Before I could back out, I reached for the hem of my knitted sweater and took it off in one swift motion, leaving me in just a black lace bra.
The usually soft fabric felt rough against my sensitive skin, but I kept it on.
It pushed my mind further toward my sultry fantasies, to have something like that—just a scrap of fabric—holding me back. My ex had never wasted time teasing me, but I enjoyed it.
I peeled my jeans down my thighs with shaky hands and stepped out of them as they pooled on the floor. Then I reached for my suitcase, unzipping it and searching for something I hadn’t unpacked yet.
A toy I hadn’t even thought about for weeks. I was usually too busy to spend time relaxing and unwinding. I almost didn’t bring it with me, but I was so glad I did.
I fell back onto the bed. Candlelight flicked over my nearly-naked body and I let my eyes fall shut. I pushed the button on the toy and trailed the buzzing object down my chest.
I hovered the vibrator over the lace of my bra and felt the sensation light up my skin. Immediately, a gasp escaped my lips and I bit back the sound with a breathy giggle. I needed to be quieter.
Is Jude home yet? How thin are those walls between my apartment and his living room?
Nope!
I was meant to be getting him out of my mind, not thinking about him as I touched myself.
I shook my head to regain focus, and dragged my lace underwear down my legs, tossing them somewhere else in the dark room. Then I spread my legs. My pulse thrummed underneath my skin and my toes curled into the plush blanket beneath me.
Finally, I let myself feel the touch I desperately needed. The vibrator brushed over my clit and a moan tried to escape me. My head was thrown back against the mattress, and I let myself get lost in the sensation.
This was exactly the release I needed. I was already so wet. I knew I would be. My thighs had been pressing together tighter and tighter in the stands as I watched Jude skate up and down the ice, he looked so fucking—
No. I squeezed my legs together, trying to rearrange my thoughts.
I thought about the room, the sensual candlelight, the feeling of lace still rubbing against my nipples.
But then there were the thoughts of his lips crushing mine.
His hands firm against my back and the metal of his truck, cool against my legs.
Me, whimpering, grasping at his collar. Then that smirk from the penalty box.
Fuck.
I was circling the toy again, and I was getting closer. So close.
So I gave in and let my thoughts wander. Just this once.
What would have happened if Jude’s phone hadn’t rung? He had been rock hard in his jeans and I’d felt his impressive length grinding against me. What would he feel like as he pushed inside of me?
Would I have let him lay me down and fuck me on the tailgate, halfway between a forest and someone else’s farm? I bit my lip and my muscles pulsed. Maybe I would have.
I groaned. Both at the sensation of being so close to release and with agitation toward myself. I couldn’t believe I was about to come thinking about Jude Bramley—basically inside his house, while I was trying to avoid him.
I shuddered, the vibrator slipped from my hand and rolled toward the edge of the bed. I chased after it, but not quickly enough. It fell to the wooden ground with a loud thud, and I reached to grab it.
“Shit!” It was buzzing loudly but without any lights on, I couldn’t find it.
I crawled over the hardwood, still desperately wet, waving my hand over the ground looking for the damn thing. Then I saw a shadow pass by the window and a silhouette reflected against the curtains.
I let out a scream before slamming my hands over my mouth.