Chapter 14 #3
I was surprised about Rory and Lexi, but it made sense. I hadn’t seen them together to know if they had chemistry, but my gut told me it was just for convenience.
I’d have to ask her about it if she called.
Skeeter dropped me at home, and I sat around waiting with my phone in hand, hoping she’d call. She did most nights, but usually, I’d heard from her by now.
It rang just as I was about to give up, hitting the answer button instantly and accepting the call.
“Hey,” I said quickly, the line quiet for a moment before she replied.
“Hey. You okay? You sound like you’ve been running.”
“Was waiting for your call,” I said, slightly embarrassed, but she just chuckled.
“Sorry, I talked to Luke a little longer tonight. He’s having a bad day.”
I hadn’t seen much of Lukas or Jensen, and it made me feel bad.
“Should I check on him?” I offered.
“No, he just needed to vent. He’s with Jense.”
I wished I could have told her she’d be out in a few weeks, but I forced myself to keep quiet about it.
“I was talking to Hunter earlier. He said you got wifed up,” I said lightly, hearing her groan.
“He’s telling people? It was just once, and I discovered I’m definitely straight.”
“If it’s what you needed at the time, then it was worth it. Skeet’s pissed about it, which might be a good thing,” I said carefully.
“How is that a good thing?” she asked dryly.
“It means he still gives a shit, and deep down, he’s jealous. I’ll keep working on him for you,” I promised, wishing I could see her face. “Stick with Lexi. It’s smart.”
“Will you come and visit me next week?”
“I can do that.”
“I know you haven’t wanted to talk about the kiss, but I think we should,” she murmured, and I winced.
“I wasn’t supposed to kiss you. I wanted to talk when you got out before anything like that happened.”
“We don’t need a conversation for a kiss, D. We’re past that,” she replied, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “We’ll talk about it before getting naked though.”
It was embarrassing how fast my cock woke up at the thought of that, and I was glad she couldn’t see it.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself there, Donovan,” I teased, her light laugh only making my cock harden more. I was starting to think my cock was broken until that damn kiss. Not the one in the prison, the one at my cabin where I almost fucked her while drunk.
I was so glad one of us was thinking clearly and stopped it from happening.
“What if they never let me out? Do you think I’d get conjugal visits?” she continued, and I cringed.
“I’m not doing that. Even if you’re seventy when you get out, I’ll wait that long.”
“So I can kiss you when I see you then?” she asked, making my heart race.
“If you want to, I won’t say no.”
“I really do. I want to go on that date too.”
I’d been thinking about that a lot since we talked about it. I wanted to end the night at my place, but then I thought better of it. I couldn’t have her here overnight, it was as if Sasha was watching us.
Surely, the guys would give us some space if we stayed at Josie’s that night. All I wanted was to hold her, nothing more.
We talked for another ten minutes before she had to call Tyler, so I let her go, my house feeling cold once I was alone again. My stupid cock was still hard just from the sound of her voice, and I hesitated before popping open my jeans and sliding my hand inside my boxers.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come, my fingers wrapping around my shaft and squeezing slightly before slowly stroking myself.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and I let out a shaky breath as I worked my hand a little faster.
It was so easy to picture Rory doing it for me, kneeling between my legs and leaning forward to tease me with her tongue.
Would she be gentle or rough? What did she like? I was happy with either, as long as it was her mouth around me.
My balls were already tight, my release close as I kept thinking about Rory on her knees for me, and then I was coming in my hand with a curse, the feeling washing through me better than any damn high.
My hand and boxers were soaked, so I grimaced and headed to the bathroom to wash up, the guilt creeping back in like it always did when I thought about Rory too much.
Wanting someone while loving another was hard, and I had no idea how the fuck to navigate it.
Rory could love multiple people, but what if I couldn’t?
Sasha would be happy I was moving on, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel like a piece of shit for it. She would’ve really liked Rory too.
“What do I do, Sash?” I murmured into the empty house, kicking my pants off and wiping the cum from my skin before washing my hands and walking into the bedroom for fresh boxers.
I hadn’t slept in the bed in forever, my eyes sliding towards it. It no longer smelled like Sasha, I washed the sheets regularly, but maybe it would be nice to just lie there for a while?
It was still early, but I slid into the bed in nothing but my boxers, leaving the light on since I didn’t intend on falling asleep.
I somehow did though, not waking up until morning.