Chapter 13 taking matters into my own hands
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taking matters into my own hands
Liam
I’d been moping at the B I couldn’t imagine settling anywhere else. If I ever found someone I wanted to start a family with, that is.
With that thought, the image of Maya popped into my head.
Okay, Romeo. Keep dreaming. If Maya didn’t hate me, she at least felt a strong dislike for me. She wouldn’t have pissed on me if I were on fire, never mind gotten naked with me to touch private parts.
But damn … imagine if she did?
Blood rushed to my cock at the thought of it.
With an annoyed groan, I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and reclined on the pillows, lacing my fingers behind my head. I needed to drive these thoughts of Maya out of my mind, because thinking about her like this wouldn’t get me anywhere but uncomfortably hard and chronically unsatisfied.
With no work to catch up on and no job prospects to chase after, though, I had nothing to distract me from fantasizing about a honey-eyed cutie with a penchant for making death threats. I launched off the bed in frustration and paced the room.
Maya was a puzzle. She didn’t know which way was up when it came to me.
One minute she hated me; the next we were laughing like old friends.
And I’d for sure caught her checking me out when she thought I wasn’t looking.
She liked what she saw, almost as much as I liked what I saw when I looked at her.
But despite being attracted to me, and occasionally enjoying my company enough to laugh, she kept pulling away. It’s almost like she was forcing herself to dislike me, and I didn’t get it.
When I saw her, I’d wanted her instantly.
Well, okay, maybe not instantly. At first, I’d been curious to find someone other than Nana manning the store.
But when she started giving me sass, and I noticed the fire sparking in her eyes, I was intrigued.
And then? That face, the tilt of her plump lips, the way her novelty t-shirt had strained across her chest as she confronted me with no hesitation?
Well, after that, I was full-on smitten.
If her cat hadn’t chosen that exact moment to use her body as a ladder, I’d probably still be standing in the middle of Bishop’s books, stuck in a Maya-induced stupor.
When she’d recovered from being clawed, though, she’d gotten all gooey-eyed over Greg and Mr. Fluffy, and the spell had been broken.
Even the sight of her cute, round ass couldn’t dull the stab of jealousy I’d felt when I no longer had her attention. Which is why I’d jumped at the chance to tend her wounds. Not that that had gone well.
I groaned, remembering the softness of her skin when I’d placed my hand on her leg. My head was so fuzzy, I’d nearly passed out. Funny how I had passed out in front of her today, after holding it together the first time. I would have laughed if I weren’t still burning with humiliation.
Still, whatever it was about her, Maya did it for me. And this hard-on that I couldn’t seem to get rid of? That was all the proof I needed.
“Screw it,” I muttered, yanking my shirt over my head and heading to the bathroom. The situation in my pants was no longer merely a distraction. Taking care of it had become essential.
My clothes dropped to the floor, my hand already pumping my cock as I turned on the shower and kicked my pants away, a low moan escaping my throat. I needed to take the edge off. Once I take care of this, I thought as I stepped under the spray, I’ll be able to think straight.
The cool water cascaded down my back while I stroked myself lazily, my cock hardening more in my fist.
How much better would it have felt if it were Maya stroking me instead?
Her hand wrapped around me while she gazed at me with lust-blown eyes, her irises nothing but tiny slivers of gold around her pupils?
Would she kiss me, slip her tongue in my mouth, match me moan for moan while she worked me to completion?
Could I hold out, or would I need to line up and drive into her, sliding into her wet heat, groaning as she took me deep?
Fuck.
I stroked harder, faster, my balls tightening, heat coiling in my spine despite the cold water splashing over me.
A fantasy of Maya beneath me, pulling me closer, hips rising to meet every thrust, her panting breaths scorching against my neck, her soft whimpers in my ear, begging, “Please, Liam,” tipped me over the edge.
I came hard, sparks lighting behind my eyelids, my release seemingly endless, as Maya’s name spilled from my lips.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned as the last tremor faded, the tension easing at last.
I cleaned up, relief fresh in my veins, as my breath slowed to a steady rhythm. It was already much easier to think now that my dick was behaving itself, no longer hard enough to keep me from rational thought.
I turned the shower off and stepped out, reaching for a towel but finding an empty bar instead. Shit. I must’ve left the stack of towels on the bed in my lust-fuelled fog. Still dripping, I stepped out into the main room, and—
“Oh, wow.”
My head snapped up.
At the foot of my bed, hands clamped over her mouth as though she’d stumbled onto a crime scene and was trying to hold in a scream, stood Maya.
Instead of a crime, though, she’d walked in on me—fully naked, dick still half hard, frozen in place as I dripped water all over the Pattersons’ pink carpet.