Page 76 of Hot Shot

“Sorry,” she murmurs, but I’m headed to our room.

“Don’t ever apologize to me for that, just cut it out,” I throw over my shoulder, pleased when she chuckles.

Once in the room, I pull off my shirt and toss it on the chair on my way to the bathroom. Brush my teeth listening to Cass move around behind me. I catch a glimpse of her in the mirror as she bends over to reach for her phone cord. Backlit by the lamp, the blurry shadow of her breasts is obvious enough that my hard cock twitches. I close my eyes and curse the day I thought this was a good idea.

When I’m finished, we trade places, but I don’t get in bed. Instead, I grab my pillow and phone charger and walk toward the door.

She whips around, toothbrush in her mouth. Creamy white toothpaste is frothed on her lips, and this time, my cock throbs. I keep walking.

“Whu you goeen?” she asks with her mouth full and brows pinched together.

“Sleeping on the couch.”

Her frown is magnificent. I’d laugh if I didn’t need to get the fuck away from her.

“You cun shee on duh coush.”

“I can’t sleep in there with you either.”

“Buh you nee tew—han on.” She disappears back to the bathroom.

I throw my pillow heavily onto the couch and stare at it for a second. At least out here, I can jerk off. And I desperately need to jerk off. I sigh.

I’m still staring at it when she walks back in. “We’ve been sleeping together all week,” she notes.

“Yeah, but now we’re alone.”

“Well, sure, but?—”

“But nothing.” I plug in my charger and flop down on the couch, tucking a hand behind my head, opening my phone so I have something to do with my eyes that doesn’t involve her. “I’m not sleeping in there with you.”

Her face bends into a frown. A sad frown. “Are you mad at me?”

I scrub my hand over my face. “Not even a little. You’re right about everything, Cass, and I’m sorry. I forgot you’re not ready for me. But I’m ready for you. And if I have to lay in there next to you all night I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

I’m still pretending to look at my phone while she stares down at me, chewing her lip, her arms folded. “I hate it too. I’ve been losing my mind too—if it made sense to give in, I would. I want to, if that makes you feel any better.”

“It definitely does-fucking-not. Now go to bed so I can jerk off.”

Her cheeks go so red, they’re splotchy as she sputters. “You…but…I…that…” She blinks down at my cock, the shape of it painfully clear beneath my basketball shorts. Her eyes widen.

This makes things substantially worse.

“I mean it, Cass,” I say roughly. “Go.”

She lifts her pert little nose. “Fine. Goodnight.”

“Night,” I echo as she turns on her heel and marches off. Relief washes over me at her absence.

And with no time to waste, I click off the lamp and slide my hands into my waistband in search of my aching dick, hoping toGod I can satisfy the need for her. But I know better with every stroke.

Cass

He’s notactuallygoing to masturbate, I think as I hurry to our room, the living room going dark behind me as I reach the door.

I slip in, close it with a snick loud enough for him to hear. Frustration has me warm all over. Annoyance at the circumstance, the moment, the knowledge that he can’t even stand to be in the same room with me. Worse than that—hetoldme he’s going to jerk off.

That heat is unbearable, wet and warm between my thighs as I slam pillows around and click off the light. I have no idea why I’m so mad, but I am, like a sputtering tea kettle. My chest heaves, my tight nipples brushing against my baggy tee with every breath. The thought of him out there with his cock in his hand sends a fluttering pulse through my pussy. I press a hand to my breast and squeeze, pinching my nipple painfully, a punishment for wanting him. My free hand cups my sex through my sweatpants, but it’s not enough—I nearly growl when I shove my hand down the front of my pants so I can feel the slick heat of my flesh, swollen and needful.

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