Page 25 of Ride By Your Side

God, she really is beautiful. As I picture the image of Veronica wrapping her perfectly plump lips around my dick, and her round, sexy eyes looking up at me, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly and intensely I come.

With my free hand, I steady myself on the wall, trying not to groan too loudly. The last thing I need is for her to know exactly what I’ve been doing in here. Sure, I could blame it all on the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but while there’s no way in hell that I’d ever admit it to her or anyone else, it’s ultimately her that has me so hot and bothered.

One would think that an old bathroom with dirty grout and tile, along with a shower head that barely works, is the last place anyone should be having any sort of inappropriate thoughts. Yet that's exactly what happened.

Even now, I still can’t seem to get the image of her out of my head, and that’s precisely why, instead of letting myself relax in the warm water, I yank the small knob, twisting it as hard as I can, and gasp as the icy water smacks against my skin. Yep, this is exactly what I need—and more importantly, deserve.

15

Veronica

Blair: So Miles told me that you guys stopped early for the night. How are you feeling?

Ronnie: Yeah, it was a little scary for a moment there when the tire popped, but we’re safe for the night. Or at least as safe as one could be at a motel in the middle of nowhere.

Blair: Wait, you guys popped a tire? Miles just told me you guys stopped early because of the rain. WTF?!

Ishakemyheadandlet out a soft sigh. Of course Miles wouldn’t want to worry his sister.

“Time for some damage control,” I say softly to myself as I type.

Ronnie: Men! No, but seriously, it sounds scarier than it was.

Blair: Well, I’m glad you’re both safe, even if you are in a sketchy motel. At least you have Miles for protection. If anything, he’ll likely station himself right outside your door to make sure nobody gets in. At least, that’s what I imagine he’d be doing if I were there.

My eyebrow tilts upward. Did he also not tell her that we’re sharing a room?

Okay, so it’s not a big deal. It’s just a room. A room with only one bed in it, but we’re mature adults. It’s not like either of us is going to insist the other person sleeps on the floor. In all likelihood, I imagine Miles suggesting he take that spot, but that’s not going to happen if I have anything to say about it.

I should tell her the truth, but if it wasn’t a big enough deal for him to mention, maybe I don’t need to bring it up either. Sure, Blair and I share everything, but I know her well enough to know she’d likely blow this out of proportion.

Who knows? Maybe I’m the only one overthinking this. Instead of replying, I place my phone on the bedside table and reach for the remote, eager to drown out my overactive imagination with the familiar hum of the television. Unfortunately, the screen remains stubbornly blank, a field of white noise and gray squiggles no matter how many times I try to change the channel. So much for a distraction.

Maybe I should be careful what I wish for, as I’m given one in the form of Blair’s older brother who saunters out of the bathroom. A sheepish grin spreads across his face, the fresh scent of soap and steam following after him. He’s wrapped in only a towel, much like I had been earlier, but where mine hadcovered my chest, his is entirely bare, the towel sitting around his hips, and leaving much of his muscular legs exposed. It’s also resting provocatively low, and I become all too aware once again that he has those sexy-ass lines that point downward like a beacon toward his cock—and that’s exactly where my eyes go.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, as my eyes quickly dart back to his, completely glossing over the fact that his well-sculpted body is on full display for me to admire. “One would think I’d have learned after you had to come out half-dressed earlier, but I also forgot to grab my clothes,” he explains, his cheeks flushing as he heads over to his duffle bag and rummages through it for his pajamas.

I know I should show him the same level of respect and privacy he gave me earlier, but I’m completely captivated. My eyes are drawn to the smooth curves of his sculpted back. Is a back supposed to look that sexy? Because in his case, it looks absolutely immaculate.

“No problem,” I manage, and I genuinely mean it. I’m savoring this view, and although I should feel guilty, that feeling is overshadowed by a warm shiver of delight. My body ignites with pure desire as my eyes continue to drink him in.

Fortunately, he appears completely oblivious to my prying eyes as he heads back into the bathroom to change.

As he moves out of sight, I lift my hands to my warm and flushed cheeks. Is it hot in here, or am I just being a complete and total creep? Letting out a breath of air, I push myself off the bed and walk over to the sink, where my toiletries are already scattered around.

“Pull yourself together, woman,” I silently scold as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, willing my flushed cheeks to go back to their normal color, and fast.

The bathroom door opens, and my close proximity catches Miles off guard, his eyes widening as he sees me standing there.My gaze betrays me once more as my eyes trace the length of his body all over again. Is this man for real? He went from a towel to a pair of gray sweatpants. There is no way he isn't trying to mess with me. All he needs is a backward baseball cap, and I’d be climbing all over him.

“Oh, sorry. Did you need...?” he trails off, pointing over his shoulder toward the bathroom behind him.

“Um, no,” I say, quickly shaking my head. “I was, uh, just finishing brushing my teeth,” I lie, grabbing my discarded brush from earlier, even though I had actually done that already after my shower.

I’ve already done everything I needed to do to get ready for bed, but how do I explain that to him? ‘Oh, you know, I was just trying to suppress my body’s reaction to seeing yours in nothing but a towel.’But nope. Sorry, that’s not happening, which is saying something since I usually just blurt out whatever ridiculous thing comes to mind.

“Oh, okay,” he says. While I wouldn’t say he looks like he doesn’t believe me, there’s still something weird going on with him too—something I can’t quite figure out.

He scoots past me, giving me a wide berth as he heads back toward his bag and grabs his own packed-up toiletries.

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