Chapter 17 Bear
SEVENTEEN
BEAR
Thank god for the restorative power of showers.
The cool water hits me hard, helping to clear my head and wake me up for the long day ahead.
From the throbbing in my temples, I know that I must have drunk too much last night, which is unlike me, especially on a first date.
However, the conversation was flowing and our wine glasses kept being filled.
Holly is amazing.
Our date last night was more than I ever hoped it would be.
As well as being gorgeous and funny, she’s clever too, her observational skills spot-on.
Everyone in town loves her, I knew that before our meal, but it was only proven all the more.
Many of the diners came over to say hi and ask how she was doing, and she knew all of them by name.
I can see why Clayton is obsessed. I have no idea how we’re going to work this out, as I’m not about to stand down.
Today is going to be a busy day thanks to the contractors we have fitting equipment in the gym, meaning I’m not going to have much time to see Holly.
We swapped numbers so I can send her messages, but it isn’t the same as seeing her.
My cock is hard just thinking about her, the cool water having no effect on calming my boner.
Our kiss outside her door last night was not part of my plan, and I almost completely lost control and followed her into her apartment.
Cock pulsing as I remember the moment, I let out a harsh breath through clenched teeth, unable to hold back any longer.
My hand wraps around my aching cock, fisting it tightly. Growling low in my throat, I remember how she looked in that little red dress…
Fuck. Closing my eyes, it’s all too easy to imagine that it’s her hand on me, stroking and making those fucking adorable noises like she did last night. Her eyes flash in my mind, and how she looks when she bites down on that plump lower lip of hers, cheeks flushed with her desire.
My breathing is ragged and I’m so close, pleasure building up as my balls tighten.
I wish it was her I was fucking and not my own hand, that it was her my cum would be filling.
It would have been so easy for me to do that last night, to peel that gorgeous dress off her and feast on what waited beneath.
Fuck.
My cock pulses and pleasure rips through me.
I’m seeing stars, imagining her all the while.
Grunting, I throw my head back and wring out as much fucking pleasure as I can manage.
My orgasm seems to last a lifetime, leaving me wrung out and shaking, and with my breathing ragged, I let the shower spray into my face.
I need to shake this off, otherwise I’m going to be walking around with a permanent boner, and that is not the impression I’m trying to give her.
Holly is special, and I’m going to prove to her that I can treat her like she deserves to be treated.