Chapter 36
NOAH
Jerking off is not on my to-do list, but not getting my fix from Red, leaving me horny beyond belief, my only option is to relieve myself in the shower again, thinking dirty thoughts of her mouth… again.
Hot and heavy, I pump my cock, imagining her full lips sucking my tip, her saliva dripping down my shaft. My movements become sloppy the more I picture Red on her knees, my hands entwined through those thick, red locks. Her nails dragging down my thighs as she takes all of me.
I reach my destination, and my body tenses up as I spill into my hand, the hot water from the shower washing it all down the drain.
My breathing is ragged, like I ran a fucking marathon, but damn, what a weight off my shoulders, at least for now.
Finishing my shower, I get ready to meet the guys for dinner, dressing in black slacks and a cream sweater, with brown boots.
I style my hair away from my face; it’s still wet, making it more curly.
Spraying one of my most expensive colognes, I slip into my black peacoat and meet the fuckers at the main building.
The air, cool and crisp, is a pleasant relief for my too-hot skin, cooling my face and providing a cleanse of all things Red, at least, for now.
Families have gathered to watch staff members decorate the enormous Christmas tree, stringing lights and gold garlands along its thick branches.
Snow has taken a break from falling, and people are taking photos of the twilight sky, hues of pinks and oranges splashed like paint across the horizon.
Red peeks at the edge where the sun sets, lighting the whole sky on fire.
It reminds me of a feisty woman with plush lips.
She infiltrates my very thoughts, making my dick twitch in response. I flex my hand inside my pocket, trying to keep myself from skipping out on dinner plans, looking for Red instead.
I need to control myself better. We only agreed to hook up casually, nothing more.
Lamp posts glow a soft yellow, illuminating my way toward the main building. Maneuvering through pockets of guests, I say thank you to someone holding the door, breezing my way inside to find my teammates huddled by the roaring fireplace.
“There he is,” comments Taylor, gripping my shoulder and shaking me. “Where were you?”
I push him off. “Getting ready, ya pinhead.”
“What? Were you shaving your ball hair?”
“Fuck off.”
Coach Jones comes through the front doors, heading our way, when he says, “Plans still on?” He’s in dress pants and a brown peacoat, hair slicked back in gel. “My kids are in bed early, so I can hit the town with everyone.”
“DD, hell yeah!” Mark fist pumps the air.
“Whoa, hey, that’s not my job tonight.” He comes to stand next to me. “We can rent a cab.”
“Gonna need a bigger vehicle,” mentions Cody, barely looking up from his phone. His fingers blur as he types vigorously to his on-again, off-again girlfriend.
“We invited a few extra people, by the way,” adds Mark, thumbing behind him to a couple of girls and one guy.
A familiar brunette winks at me, lips stained a ruby red.
Cassy.
She saunters over, hips sashaying like she’s on a runway in Paris. Her beauty is undeniable; all eyes are on her, no matter where she is. But I can’t find it in me to want to go to her.
All my thoughts are jumbled because of one fiery woman who just so happens to walk right through the front doors.