Page 76 of Always You

My mom shouts some other shit, but I slam the door shut, blocking her from my ears.

“Is she coming to graduation next week?”

Graduation.I can’t believe I’m graduating. It’s bittersweet, knowing it marks so many endings. At the beginning of the school year, I wasn’t even sure I was graduating, but it turns outstudy dates with Charls have been a great motivation for that cap and gown.

“Pff,” I huff, “probably not. She’ll have a date with her bottle.”

There used to be a time not so long ago when those words would feel like a parasite. But lately, they haven’t been cutting as deep. I’ll be leaving soon anyway.

Charlotte turns around, shooting me a troubled look. “I’m sorry, Hunt.”

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” I ruffle her hair with a smile, just something to keep my hand busy.

“It’s noto-kay.” She pushes off of me with a scowl, looking adorable as hell.

“I’m gonna go take a quick shower, you chill, okay? Five minutes.”

“Sure.”

She flops on my bed, and I hold still for a second, blinking, noticing how good she looks there. Her slight tan sticks out on the dark blue sheets, bringing out the colors of her eyes. I’d wanna spread her wide, my dick agreeing with me once more.

Baby steps,Hunt.I’m getting more confident about the possibility of claiming her as mine, but jumping her in my childhood bedroom with my spitting-mad mom downstairs might tip the scale the other way around. Spinning on my heels, I bite my lip, trying to calm myself as I close the bathroom door behind me.

I quickly undress before turning on the shower and placing myself under the warm water stream. The fatigue hits me, relaxing every muscle in my body except for the one between my legs. The one that’s still thinking about the girl lying on my bed.

My girl.

My hard shaft is bobbing against my stomach, and without a second thought, I place my hand over my dick while I rest my arm on the cold tiles, my forehead pressed against the wall.

I softly start stroking my shaft, imagining it’s Charlotte’s hand that’s moving over my body. I swallow hard when the sensational feeling grows, pretending it’s now Charlotte’s luscious lips, playing with my balls as I keep moving into her mouth. My jerks quickly speed up, fueled with my fantasy displayed on my bed in the other room, until a growl forms in the back of my throat, and my release splatters all over the white tiles while I bring both my hands up to the wall, trying to catch my breath.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, feeling flushed.

My lungs inhale and exhale at a ragged pace until, finally, my dick relaxes. I give myself another minute to crawl back to reality, pushing away the desire to crawl on top of the blonde of my dreams instead.

Breathe, Hunt, breathe.

Knowing I’m already taking too long, I briefly wash my body, then turn off the water. I dry off, putting on my jeans that were lying on the bathroom floor. Running a hand through my wet hair, I glance into the mirror, then I open the bathroom door just in time to watch Charlotte come out of my closet. I swear, sometimes I wonder if this girl is sent out here to torture me. Roaming her long legs until I reach the hem of my dark gray hoodie, and my dick springs to life again.

Dammit.

She stops in her tracks, swallowing hard, as she fixates on my bare chest. In a torturous pace, she lowers her gaze, bits of my skin burning up as her vision roams down inch by inch. Chest heaving, I focus on her, mirroring the lust I spot in her eyes.

“What?” She finally clears her throat, rapidly averting her gaze, though her flushed cheeks show her awareness of the damage already done.

“You’re wearing my hoodie.”

Her eyebrows move up in surprise. “Oh, I thought you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all.” I might jump her in the next ten seconds, but I sure as fuck don’t mind. I walk past her, into the closet, grabbing a dark green shirt off the shelf, then tug it over my head.When I walk back out, she’s leaning against the doorpost of the closet, eying me with suspicion.

“Are you fucking with me?”

I groan at her choice of words, then shake my head. “Definitely not.”

But trust me, babe, I wish I was.

“Then what?” she screeches while I slowly close the distance between us, staring into her green eyes.

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