Page 17 of The Drummer's Heart

She snapped me out of my trance. “What are you thinking about right now?”

I shook my head. “You don’t want to know.” I downed the last of my wine.

***

Thank God I was the first to wake up the next morning because my dick was hard as a rock. I’d somehow managed to avoid this situation until now, but it was only a matter of time. Since the first sight of her, my body had felt like it was on fire.

This morning’s erection was brought to you by Nicole’s supple ass. She’d been sleeping with her back toward me, but the covers had slipped down. Her pajama pants were so thin that they’d formed a wedgie. On anyone else, that wouldn’t have done it for me. But on her? Every little thing turned me on, now more than ever since I couldn’t have her. I wanted to fuck her so badly it hurt.

She also wasn’t wearing underwear. She never did to bed. With each second staring down at her, I grew harder. How I missed morning sex with Nicole—the way I’d kiss down her neck, eventually waking her up. She’d squirm and complain that she wanted to sleep more but would inevitably back her ass up against my cock, initiating sex. I’d be inside her in a matter of seconds. I missed the raw feel of fucking her without a condom. These days I wouldn’t dare have sex with anyone bare. That was a recipe for disaster. That was also one of the main reasons I never had more than three drinks. I couldn’t risk losing touch with reality—not in the world I currently lived in. But with Nicole? I’d always been able to let myself go. She was the onlywoman I’d had that experience with. I grew even more turned on just thinking about it, the raw, wet feel of her tight pussy. I looked down to find a damn wet spot on my shorts.Fuck.I needed to go take care of myself before she woke up.

I crawled out of bed quietly and tiptoed down the hall. Unfortunately, any time one of us used the bathroom, we ran the risk of waking up Mimi. The layout of this house absolutely sucked.

I’d just taken my dick out to relieve myself when I heard, “Help!”

Shit.I panicked. Without thinking, I turned the water on, grabbing the small plastic cup on the edge of the sink and stupidly dousing my cock in the hopes that by some miracle it would bring down my erection.

“What’s wrong?” I panted, running into Mimi’s room.

“I’m freezing,” she told me. “Please turn off the fan. It kept me up all night. I didn’t want to wake you, but then I heard you in the bathroom.”

“You scared the shit out of me, Mimi.”

“Language, Atticus.”

I tried my best to hide my still-semi-hard crotch as I lingered facing the fan before turning it off. Thankfully, my boner went down pretty quickly, but there was nothing I could do about having poured water on myself.

She looked down. “Did you pee your pants?”

“Yeah…” I swallowed. “You scared me so much I pissed myself.”Really?

“I’m sorry.” She laughed.

Of course, then Nicole had to walk in.

Her eyes fell to my crotch. “What the hell?”

“Mimi was yelling for help. Pissed myself.”

Her eyes widened. “You need to have better control, Atticus.”

You have no idea.I ran a hand through my hair. “I agree.”

After I fluffed Mimi’s pillow and made sure there wasn’t anything else she needed, I joined Nicole in the kitchen.

She clearly hadn’t bothered to get dressed this morning, because her nipples were like steel through the material of her shirt. A visual of ripping that shirt off with my teeth threatened to make me hard again.

“How about you go put a bra on, and I’ll make coffee?”

“I’ll put on a bra if you change those nasty pee pants.”

“It’s not really piss. I made that up.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because the truth would’ve been worse.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t understand.”

---