Page 16 of Rejected Pretend Mate

I had a lineup of women I could have, but since April returned, I hadn't even glanced at one. A part of me suddenly couldn't even acknowledge them anymore. My eyes were glued to April.

I tightened my hold, rocking my fist up my cock again and gliding it down. I closed my eyes and thought of her.

My mind traveled to her walking down the hallway just a moment ago. It was a split second, but I saw plenty.

She had long legs, and on her left calf, she had a tattoo. They were smooth, and they lead up to her wonderfully formed ass. The towel gave little to the imagination. Her back was bare, giving me a view of a boutique of flowers. It was a beautiful tattoo made of black and white.

Her hair was soaking wet, water trailed onto the towel, and as she moved, her ass swayed.

I grunted, tightening my hold on my cock, sliding my hand in harder jerks. I groaned, leaning against the wall.

I thought of her grinding on me in the car. She knew how to sway her lips and always did it with a vixen smile. We knew better than to go farther, but we certainly played with the line.April was young, and sometimes, I wondered if she did it without realizing it. We often teased each other, pushing our boundaries.

I imagined her taking her shirt off just before she got into her chair to suntan. The way she pulled at the fabric and pulled it over her head. The way she shimmied her skirt down over her ass, letting the skirt drop. April was a virgin, but she knew damn well what she was doing. And she would turn, bending over, giving me a perfect view of her ass.

I felt the sensation hit me like a rock, and I came hard. I ground my teeth together, panting as I leaned on the wall.

The room was foggy, and her scent still lingered around. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted her so badly. I looked down at my hand, knowing that this was all I would ever get—jerking myself off rather than sinking myself into her.

I quickly cleaned myself up and scrubbed at my hair. After that, I stepped out and found April wasn't in the bedroom. I wandered down the hallway towards the kitchen to see if she had left.

I found April standing in the kitchen in front of the fridge. My eyes automatically went to her outfit. She was wearing a short black dress that stopped just inches below her ass. The dress hitched up slightly, and I could see the outline of a thong.

Fuck. Me.

My wolf growled with want, and my cock suddenly jerked. I quickly tightened the towel around my waist, praying it didn't rise. The last thing I needed was for her to see that, decide she wasn't comfortable here anymore, and move out.

I cleared my throat, and April stood back up quickly, fixing her dress by tugging it down slightly.

"Shit. Didn't see you there, sorry. Do you have any fruit?"

"We," I said, correcting her. While this was my house, it was hers as well now, and I wanted her to know that. "And no, we don't. I can get some after work."

She made a pouting expression and sighed. "Well, that sucks. Fruit goes well with eggs."

I glanced over to the pan, where she had some scrambled eggs made up.

"You didn't have to make breakfast."

"You made my coffee. It was only fair." She shut the fridge and turned back to the stove.

I gave her a soft smile. "I made you coffee because I was making my own."

"And I was making myself breakfast. Come sit."

I didn't think I could. My cock hurt now, and as she moved, my eyes went to her butt. Plenty of thoughts roamed my mind.

What would it feel like to sink into her? Would she be so tight that I’d never wanted to leave? Was April a moaner? Or did she whimper? What was her favorite position?

Suddenly my hand job didn't seem like it helped because my cock felt like it was going to pop. My cock jerked, and I moved, stepping out of her view. I tried to hide it a little better, but it was noticeable now. It was rock fucking hard again.

How the fuck was I going to survive this?

Chapter 7 - April

I stared at Weslie, taking in his naked body and the way his hand was holding the towel in place, covering his lower half. I felt my mouth water at the sight of him, taking in his muscular build.

He moved, turning to the left, once more shifting his hand on the towel. Water dripped off his hair and trailed down his chest. I wanted to reach out and rub it in, but I curled my hands together.

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