Page 28 of Light My Fire

Walk away, Moody, fucking walk away.

She gives one last sigh of satisfaction.

I step back carefully, grateful I’m in socks, and praying the damn wood floor doesn’t creak. I don’t even bother going to the bathroom. My dick is too hard.

Back in the family room, Wyatt is tossing peanuts in his mouth and Jackson is scrolling through his phone.

“I can’t believe we can’t get cell phone reception here,” he says for the fifth time tonight.

“Maybe it’s the storm,” Wyatt says, also for the fifth time. “I was able to text earlier.”

“You should be able to go one night without your damn phone,” I snap, stomping to the fridge to grab a beer.

I’ve barely drank tonight but I feel hot and thirsty. I pop the top off with a bottle opener and chug half of it in one giant gulp. I set it down, gauging if I feel better.

Nope.

Still hot and thirsty.

“What is your problem, seriously?” Wyatt asks when I return to the dining table. “You’ve been off all night. Does it really bother you that much that Brooke is unexpectedly here with us for a guys’ weekend?”

“Yes,” I bark.

“Comeon,” Jackson says. “She’s so sweet. She’s absolutely no bother.”

“She’s bothering me,” I say.

“How?” Jackson says, clearly astounded. “I think she’s a little scared of you. She is not going to get in your way.”

I fucking want her in my way. Very in my way.

“I just heard her masturbating,” I blurt out.

I can’t keep it inside. They need to share the horror with me of knowing that in spite of her little mic drop in the hot tub, Brooke is clearly sexual, clearly horny, and clearly not someone I can touch. At all.

Wyatt’s jaw drops.

Jackson falls back into his chair. “Are you serious?” he says, and his voice is low, intrigued.

“Yes.” I glance toward the hallway, keeping my voice low. “There was no mistaking it. Vibrator, moaning, climax.”

“You just stood there and listened?” Wyatt demands. “Jesus fuck, Luke.”

“It went very fast,” I say in my defense, pacing back and forth. “It doesn’t take much to get her off, apparently.”

That gives us all pause as we each reflect on a woman who comes quickly.

The silence lasts a good thirty seconds.

“I…” Wyatt starts to speak, then doesn’t seem to know what the hell he was going to say.

Jackson’s mouth splits into a grin. “Well,that’sa fun fact about our sweet little roommate.”

“No,” I say, sharply, pointing at him. “You heard her. She’s a virgin. That makes her off-limits.”

“Put your finger down,” Jackson says, annoyed. “Off-limits to you, maybe. Why does that make her off-limits to me?”

I didn’t really expect push back. “Because she’s not the kind of girl you just fuck on vacation. She’s a virgin. She has expectations.”

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