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What was Jack doing right now?

Was he taking a shower, too?

If only I could take one with him.

My fingers wrapped around my dick. I hadn’t been on a date in ages, and seeing him had stirred up something I didn’t even know was still there.

The images of Jack smiling at me turned into the fantasy of him taking me to the back of the grocery store aisles, grabbing my head, and pulling me in for a kiss.

Within seconds, my dick became completely hard.

I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, pulling it back and forth. The water caressing me felt like I imagined Jack’s hands—warm and gentle, yet taking what they wanted. My right hand brushed over my chest, tugging at my left nipple.

The image of Jack’s mouth replacing them, his tongue swirling around my nipple, down my body, and to my crotch, surfaced.

I leaned forward, my head against the wall. I spread my legs wide as if Jack were here, ready to go down on me. My left hand was still working on my dick as my right hand slid over my butt cheeks, down my crack, and dipped into my hole.

What I would give for him to be here, to text him and ask if he would be interested in just hanging out, spending the night, getting drunk on each other, and doing the nastiest things. I wanted to be stupid and give myself to him, to forget everything and just feel him inside me. Over and over again.

My index finger swirled around my crease and dipped against it, but in my mind, it was Jack. I entered myself, enjoying the images I had, until my finger was completely inside me, pressing against the spot that made my legs twitch.

If I hadn’t been so careless with his business card, this could have become a reality. He offered it twice. The way he smiled at me, no heterosexual guy would look at me like that.

My middle finger joined my index finger as they moved in and out while my other hand stroked my cock to bring me to my first orgasm in days. I opened my mouth wide. Water ran down my cheeks and over my lips as I inhaled deeply. I was getting close.

Another image flashed before my eyes of Jack grabbing my hair, putting me on my knees, and stroking his dick in front of me, ready to mark me as his own with his cum. I held my breath for a moment, pushing my fingers in deeper, and when they hit my pleasure spot, my dick erupted.

A moan that I had tried to hold back escaped, silent, and drowned by the stream, but still the manifestation of all the things going through my mind.

What I had done felt unreal. I had imagined being fucked by Jack.

I knew it was wrong, but it feltso good. I gasped, still leaning against the tiles. Even though I pulled my fingers out, the feeling of them stayed with me a little longer. I held the grip around my cock as if it were Jack’s.

If only I could seize the opportunity and try to make it happen.

No matter how much I wished for it, with no way to reach him, it would just remain a fantasy. If I was to believe the news, a blizzard would hit the valley in two days anyway. Tomorrow was the last day before Christmas. I already had all the groceries I needed for the week, and since Maggie wasn’t interested in going out into the cold—and to be honest, I wasn’t that eager either—there was no chance we’d run into each other again.

So it didn’t matter.

At least, I had myself. I could use this fantasy as often as I wanted. It wasn’t forbidden, even if it felt that way.

THREE

A JACK OF ALL TRADES

My hand reachedout from under the covers and dug deep into Maggie’s soft fur. She had joined me in the guest room last night, and when I woke up ten minutes ago, she was still there.

Snowflakes turned the window white, and even though the sun was already up, I couldn’t tell the sky from the roofs of the neighboring houses.

I had slept like a log. Normally, I can barely get my eyes closed on the first night in an unfamiliar bed. Not to mention the fact that it was hard to get any rest at all the last few months, even though I was tired all the time. But yesterday, I went to bed, closed my eyes, and woke up nine hours later with the sun already up as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Maggie’s head snapped around. Her ears pricked up, searching for a sound that wasn’t there. I lifted my head to get a better look at her and followed her gaze through the ajar door into the hallway. The faint click of a key turning in the front door downstairs made her sit up—and me, too.

Were the McCormacs back already? Had their flight been canceled?

The sounds of the street echoed through the house for a moment as someone came inside.

Maggie rushed out of the room and downstairs, either to attack whoever was intruding or to get them to pet her.

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