Page 34 of Time for Change

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I replace my phone on my nightstand charger and get comfortable once more. With my hand behind my head, I watch as Maverick and Goose sing a song together on the piano while the females chat in the booth. My mind returns to the one woman I can’t seem to stop thinking about. Ever since I saw her working in the restaurant, she’s always been right there on my mind, and after our date, it’s been even worse. She’s all I think about, constantly.

Like now, only this time, my thoughts are less than appropriate.

I fantasize about her in ways I shouldn’t, especially after only one date. But there’s just something about her that draws me in, like I’m a moth stuck in her web. The crazy part is, I’m right where I want to be. If that means I’m trapped and at her mercy, then so be it.

My cock is already hard, thanks to the images parading through my head. Ones involving Stevie on her knees in front of me, her whiskey-colored eyes gazing up at me as her tongue slips out and circles around the head of my cock.

With my eyes closed, I can practically feel the warmth of her breath on me as she wraps her soft hand around the base of my dick. My hands move to my lounge pants and push them down past my hips. My cock springs free, begging for relief, and I’m all too quick to oblige. Usually, I’d make my way into the privacy of my en suite bathroom, but there’s an urgency running through my veins, a fire burning in my blood that has me ignoring my usual quest for privacy and handling my problem here and now.

I listen closely for any sound outside of my bedroom, and when I hear nothing but quiet, I close my eyes, wrap my hand around my cock, and return to my fantasy.

Stevie continues to look up at me as she gently squeezes my shaft. Drops of precum ooze from the tip, and when she leans forward and licks it away with her tongue, I almost lose my ability to keep from coming. With my eyes glued to her mouth, I watch as she wraps her plump, sweet lips around me and starts to draw me in. A groan slips from my soul as the warmth and wetness meets my skin. My cock jumps and hardens even farther, something I wasn’t sure was possible until this moment.

With her eyes locked on mine, she twists her hand and sucks. My cock slides against her tongue, and while I’m completely mesmerized by the pleasure she provides, I know I won’t be able to hang on much longer. I slide my hand into her hair, letting the silky strands slip between my fingers. Then, I grip it in my hand to keep it from falling into her face and give myself an unobstructed view.

There’s something so intimate, so intense about her gaze and the fact she continues to watch me. Her hand starts to move a little faster, and all I want to do is thrust deep into her throat, but I refrain. I’m not an animal, despite feeling like one in the moment.

Stevie pulls back just long enough to whisper, “Fuck my mouth, Jack.”

Her tongue slips out and her lips part enough for me to slide back inside heaven. I gently pump my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her open mouth. I fight off the urge to come for as long as possible, awestruck by the view before me. Unfortunately, I just can’t hang on any longer.

I thrust, watching as she takes me all the way down her throat. Her eyes well up with tears but remain locked on mine. When I pull out, she tightens her hold on the root of my cockand draws me back in. Her other hand cups my balls, gently squeezing them and forcing every ounce of oxygen from my lungs.

“I’m going to come,” I tell her, my voice raw and hoarse.

A fire blazes through those whiskey eyes. “Good.”

She gets to work, moving her hand and mouth at the same time and pushing me over the edge. I come hard, desperately wanting to close my eyes and float in the clouds of heaven, but refusing to look away for even one second.Since this is my fantasy, she doesn’t shy away from swallowing everything I give her either. She gulps down my cum until we’re both left panting, and then she licks the head of my cock clean.

A groan slides from my throat, and I shake out of my fantasy. As much as I’d rather return to the place where it’s just Stevie and me, the reality of it is that’s not real.

I carefully lift my shirt over my head and use it to clean off my lower stomach, then pull my pants back up and make sure I’m covered. Climbing from the bed, I make my way to my bathroom, tossing the soiled shirt in the hamper as I go. I take a few minutes to wash my hands and stomach, and the moment I flip off the light, I feel the weight of exhaustion start to grab hold.

Before returning to bed, I peek out into the hallway and ensure everything is quiet with the kids. When I hear nothing, I flip off the TV and climb back into bed. My brain conjures up more images of Stevie, but for the most part, I’m relaxed and ready for sleep.

Turning onto my side, I adjust the pillow and close my eyes. I see Stevie again, this time her lying beside me in bed. Her hair is fanned out on my pillow, her body pressed against mine as she sleeps. It’s too soon for that, but for the first time since my divorce, I’m a little excited at the prospect. I’m not saying she has to be in my bed tomorrow, but if it happens down the road,I’m okay with it. Someday. I can see us getting there. When we’re both ready.

Feeling more comfortable than ever before, I let the exhaustion claim me and fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Stevie

I slowly open my eyes and try to focus on what’s in front of me. My heart is trying to pound out of my chest and my head feels a little fuzzy. I stare straight ahead at the wall, trying to remember what the hell happened and how I got in the chair.

“You passed out.”

My body tenses, not at the words, but the tone in which they’re said. Slowly, I turn to the left and find Jameson standing beside the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his broad chest and the look of murder written across his hard face. “Oh.”

“I caught you before you went down completely and got you in the chair. Drink.”

My brain is spinning a little, and it’s the first time I noticed the glass of juice sitting in front of me. I do as instructed, mostly because I don’t want to piss him off any more than he already is. “Thanks,” I mutter after a couple of small sips.

When he opens his mouth again, it’s not to ask what I expect him to. “You feeling okay?” He’s being polite, but there’s still a very evident edge in his question.

I nod, turning in my chair to face my half brother. “Yeah,” I murmur softly.

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