Page 9 of Going All In

No, I know. It brings up a lot of memories and stuff. But she would have wanted him to move on.

Want to talk? I can call you.

Or dinner tonight?

The three little dots appear, then disappear, then appear again.

Holly

I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Us having dinner? You have to eat.

Us. Dating. With our parents and all.

Fuck. This is what I was afraid of, but I’m smart enough to know that this isn’t an argument I’ll win over text messages.

Dinner as friends, then.

The longest two minutes of my life drag by while I wait for the three little dots to turn into words.

Holly

Ok.

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I strip off my shorts and add them to the hamper. It’s too cold out for my body to have produced much sweat during my run, but my five miles did leave me with frozen fingers and toes. As I step into the shower, the steam billows into the bathroom until I close the glass door behind me. The hot water sluices down my body as I start to thaw.

Other than freezing me half to death, my run didn’t do much for me. It certainly didn’t do anything to help with the thoughts of Holly that are still burned into my brain.

The heaviness of her breasts under my hands.

The milky softness of her skin.

The way her hips lifted toward me as I bent over her on the couch.

I’m never going to be satisfied with being friends with Holly. Or bring herbrother. Yeah, our parents are getting married. But we met before that. It’s not weird. We’re all adults here. I just need to convince her that not only is it okay to pursue this, but that it’s meant to be. Because in my mind it absolutely is. I put a hand on the shower wall and lean under the spray, thinking of her.

My cock hardens at the thought of her soft body. I know there’s essentially a zero percent chance that I’ll convince her to come home with me tonight, so I need to take the edge off before I see her. Make sure I can think with the right head.

I grip my length with one hand, squeezing at the base of my cock and moving slowly to the tip as I stroke myself to the memory of her body. The soft swell of her stomach. The angle of her jaw. Her nipples hardening under my touch. The feel of her heat clenching around me like a goddamn vise.Fuck.

I squeeze harder, moving my hand faster as I come, groaning her name.

I pant as the water rinses my cum down the drain. It takes me a full minute before I can stand up straight and wash myself, hoping like hell that it will be enough to help me keep my hands to myself.

Holly needs to come around to this slowly, the idea that dating me is okay even with our parents being together. She’s a woman who overthinks things, is beyond cautious. I’ve known that since the day I met her. It’s part of what attracted me to her, if I’m being honest. It’s the exact opposite of me in some ways, so it’s fucking hot.

I like to analyze things, but once I’ve thought through the possibilities, I make a decision with confidence. I don’t regret, don’t rethink things. And I don’t give a fuck what most people think.

Yeah, Holly and I are polar opposites when it comes to that.

I don’t know what made her push that wariness aside and sleep with me that first night. But I know I’ve gotten under her skin once before, cracked that armor the tiniest bit.

I just need to do it again.

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