Page 28 of Centering Kaos

Link chuckled. “Sure was. You’ll learn Tap doesn’t mince words or waste time. Most people appreciate that kind of honesty, and she was all over it. He replaced her locks, installed a camera over her door, loaded her up with a Taser and enough pepper spray to take down a goddamn bear, and got the hell out of there.”

And from my brief encounter with Elenore, I’d bet she was hoping for the opportunity to use that Taser and pepper spray on Matt. “Tina will be relieved to hear it,” I said. “By the way, was everything okay with Matt’s signature? Emily has everything she needs now, right?”

“Yeah.” Link sounded surprised I’d asked. “She’ll be filing the papers first thing in the morning.”

The amount of relief his assurance gave me was startling. “Thank you.”

“It’s what we do. Keep your eyes and ears open and let us know if you need anything,” Link said.

We disconnected, and I tugged off my clothes, tossing them into the hamper so Carisa wouldn’t skin me alive when she came to clean tomorrow. It didn’t matter how much I paid my cousin to keep up my house, she’d still kick my ass if I left her a mess. I could always fire her and hire someone else for the job, but then the rest of my family would show up on my front lawn with pitchforks and torches to remind me of who I was and where I came from.

Sometimes, having a huge, fully engaged, close-knit family wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Turning on the shower, I stepped into the stream and flicked the setting to massage, thankful for the instant hot water heater my plumber brother had talked me into purchasing. I closed my eyes and ducked my head beneath the stream, enjoying the way it worked over my scalp as my thoughts drifted back to Tina. Hell, she was always in the back of my mind these days, tugging at my attention with her intense hazel eyes and plump lips. My cock instantly hardened at the memory of her in her room, framed by the stars above and the lights of the city below.

Dylan had to be finished with his bath by now. She’d probably tucked him in and returned to her own room. Now, what was she up to? Did she let her hair down? Did she remove her clothes and get dressed for bed? Or was she standing in her own en suite, staring at the soaking tub?

Now that image had potential.

Focusing my imagination, I could almost see her starting the water before tugging off her shirt and bra. The round soft breasts—that had been calling to me since the day I met her—would bounce free, and she’d let out a sigh of relief. She’d unfasten her jeans and slide them and her panties over her shapely hips and down her thick, sexy thighs. Stepping free, she’d slip into the warm water, letting it leech away her tension as she rested her head against the back of the tub and closed her eyes.

When she slid the soapy washcloth over the mouth-watering swell of her tits, I’d be on her mind. She’d wish it was my hands caressing her soft skin and gliding over her most sensitive areas.

Running my own washcloth over my chest and down my stomach to my aching hard cock, I imagined the way her breath would hitch at the contact. Cloth wrapped around myself, I pictured her leaving a trail of suds over the dips and curves of her body. Circling her peaked nipples, drifting down to her belly before flaring out over her hips and thighs. She’d let out a needy little moan as the washcloth slipped between her legs and found her swollen folds.

Fuck.

What I wouldn’t do to be that piece of cloth as it dipped down to stroke her clit. Her head would roll back, and her eyes would dilate as she rubbed herself. Would she feel scandalous and naughty to be pleasuring herself beneath my roof?

My cock throbbed, dripping precum. Needing some sort of release, I slid my soapy washcloth over myself, stroking up and down. I wondered how Tina would stroke herself. Was she more of a soft circles gal? Or would she apply pressure and rock her fingers back and forth? Would she focus solely on her clit? Or would her fingers find their way inside her tight pussy? What would she feel like, core clenching around those fingers? Would she go slow at first, inching one finger in, and then adding a second? What kind of sounds would she make? How would she taste?

Not knowing was driving me insane!

I was so desperate to watch her come that I could practically smell her arousal mixed with mine. I’d let her get herself off, and then I’d pull her out of that tub and drop to my knees to lap up her sweetness. I’d savor every drop, playing with her clit until another round of pleasure wracked her body.

Then I’d bend her over and drive my cock so deep inside her she’d be every bit as fucked up as she made me feel.

God, I had it bad.

Squeezing myself, I imagined the walls of Tina’s pussy pulsing around me. My balls drew up and the bottom of my spine tingled. Light exploded behind my eyes as milky white ropes of cum joined the stream of water, pulling a shout from somewhere deep inside me. Exhausted and boneless, I leaned against the side of the shower, struggling to recover as hot water continued to work over the muscles of my back.

Holy shit. What the fuck was that?

Just thinking about the woman had given me the best orgasm I’d had in years. Possibly ever. Getting inside her would most likely fuck me up for good, but it was a risk I was all too willing to take. Fucking desperate to take, even.

As soon as she was ready.

Only she was a single mom and not the fuck toy my imagination wanted her to be. I’d have to consider Dylan and the long-term ramifications of getting between her legs. Screwing with Tina involved commitment, and she wasn’t even officially divorced yet.

So why the hell was she invading my every fucking thought?

Disgusted with myself I turned off the water and reached for a towel. The last thing she needed was me mucking up her already messy situation. It would be better for everyone if I kept my distance until she figured out her shit. Right. I’d already decided to do that. So, why the fuck did I have to keep reminding myself she was hands off?

Determined not to touch her, I dried off, put on a pair of basketball shorts, and crawled into bed. It was still early, but it had been a long-ass day and I was exhausted.

Besides, I was already getting hard again, and if I had any intention of staying away from Tina, I needed to take care of that situation. Apparently, I was in for a masturbation marathon. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I closed my eyes and thought of Tina’s perfect plump lips pressed tight around me…

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