Chapter 5 #2
“No. I’ll bake it. That way you can grab your shower while it’s cooking, because dinner time is lesson time.” She chuckled, scooting past me in her dark jeans that hugged her peach-shaped ass perfectly.
Damn. I did need to get laid.
And now I was going to be eating chicken and talking about sex, and my dick was going to have a meltdown.
A shower was a good idea.
I’d relieve some of this building tension and be good to go in no time.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you in a little bit.”
I could hear country music coming through the Alexa in the kitchen now, and I made my way to my bedroom and into the bathroom. I couldn’t get in there quick enough.
My dick was a finicky bastard, and having this pending sex talk on my mind had him on edge.
I turned on the water before stripping down. I always took a shower when I first got home, but tonight I was even more eager to get in there.
And it wasn’t because I wanted to wash my fucking hair.
I stepped under the hot spray and leaned my head against the shower wall.
This should not be a struggle for me.
I wanted Gracie to be here.
Hell, I was dreading the day she’d leave, and it was still months away.
But the time I’d spent apart from her had clearly done something to me.
Or maybe it was because I needed to have sex.
I wrapped my hand around my erection and stroked it a few times, immediately feeling my body relax.
I tried to think about the last woman I’d had sex with.
Chanel.
Blonde hair. Big tits. And a filthy mouth.
We’d hooked up a few times while she was in town for business.
Was that really six months ago?
Fuck me.
I’d gotten drunk the night Gracie left and met Chanel at the container park.
One thing led to another, and we’d spent the night together.
And that was the last fucking time I’d hooked up with someone.
No wonder I was struggling.
I squeezed my eyes closed.
“I want you right now,” she whispered in my ear.
We were at the container park for line dancing night, which was what everyone in town did on Friday nights.
I followed her to the bathroom and locked the door, and she pushed me up against the wall before dropping to her knees.
“I’ve been thinking about you coming in my mouth all night,” she hissed as she gripped my throbbing erection in her hand and took me between her lips.
I glanced down at her, wanting to watch the way she took my cock.
And then my eyes sprang open when I realized it wasn’t Chanel I was thinking about—it was Gracie wrapping her lips around my cock.
Fuck.
No. No. Nooooo.
I tried to stop, but my hand had a mind of its own.
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. “Is this how you like it? Am I doing it right?”
“Just like that, baby. Just fucking like that.” I squeezed my eyes closed, feeling those plump lips closing around me. Taking me all the way in.
Her hand sliding up and down my shaft.
Her mouth wet and warm.
In and out.
Over and over.
Faster.
Harder.
Fucking amazing.
I groaned as I came harder than I had in months.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I continued stroking myself, riding out every last bit of pleasure.
I pushed thoughts of Gracie out of my head.
She was living in my house, and she’d just talked about sex—of course she’d be on my mind.
It was an innocent mistake.
It wouldn’t happen again. It was a one and done.
And now I’d be fine to give her a few tips, keeping it simple, and then I’d start putting myself back out there.
I’d forget this ever happened.
Fantasizing about my best friend was not an option.
I finished showering and dried myself off before slipping on a pair of shorts and a tee.
I made my way out to the kitchen. Gracie had changed into a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top. She had her back to me, and my eyes trailed up her lean, tan legs just as she glanced over her shoulder.
“Oh, hey. Everything is ready. I set us up at the table out back because it’s so nice out.
” She turned around and walked to the counter, handing me a beer, before motioning toward the back door.
Our fingers brushed for a split second, and my brain immediately went haywire.
Thoughts of her down on her knees from the shower flashed through my head, and I jerked my hand back, heart thudding, then guzzled the beer like I was dying of thirst.
Gracie chuckled, giving me a sideways glance.
“Wow, someone is really thirsty,” she teased, and I forced a laugh, hiding the way my stomach had twisted from that fleeting touch.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
“I would have helped you carry it all out there,” I said, shaking it off as I followed her outside. I had to literally force myself not to check out her ass.
“It was easy. I actually missed cooking when I was living in that tiny apartment.” She took the seat across from me and reached for her glass of wine.
I took a bite and groaned.
“Damn, girl. You are such a good cook. Is there anything you aren’t good at?” I asked after I’d finished chewing. She could give Bass a run for his money, though I’d never say that to him, for fear he’d cut off a finger.
“Yes. Apparently, there is something I’m not good at. But I’m hoping you can help me figure it out.” She smiled and her cheeks pinked, and I sent a silent message to my dick not to react.
He’d just had an epic orgasm.
Unfortunately, it didn’t matter.
The topic of helping Gracie with her sex life was clearly a turn-on.
To both me and my dick.