Page 55 of No One Else

I groan, my arms shaking with the effort it takes to hold back, even as she rubs against me, her tight body everything I dreamed it would be against my own.

A shriek of laughter in the distance breaks the spell, both of us checking behind me to see if we’ve been caught.

Two girls run barefoot in the grass about thirty feet away, their shoes and backpacks on the sidewalk, not paying a bit of attention to us, but intruding all the same.

I clear my throat, putting the barest amount of space between us, enough to let me cool off a little. How’d things progress that far that fast? We’re still in public, for God’s sake.

She tucks her hands behind her back, out of reach, but the action only serves to push her chest out, her nipples pebbled from the cold.

Her expression is striving for remorse, but the underlying playfulness makes it seem like she’s baiting me, everything about her still screaming arousal.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” I growl into her ear, making her shiver.

“If it’s anything like how you look right now, you must be dying.”

“I am,” I half laugh, half groan, watching her chest rise and fall, unable to keep my eyes off her.

The rain tapers off some as our breaths slow, revealing the outside world again, people starting to risk the last bit of drizzle.

“It’s probably safe to leave soon,” she whispers.

“Just- just give me a minute,” I tell her, glancing down at my still hard cock, the thing raised in her direction, desperate to get at her.

She looks down too, biting her lip. I bring my fingers under her chin and raise her head back up. “It’ll never go down if you keep looking at it.”

She grins, her beautiful green eyes crinkling at the corners. “Like a watched pot never boils?”

“Something like that,” I mutter. “I have to be at the gym at five-thirty. Otherwise...”

“Otherwise,” she states, picking up on my meaning. “Let me leave you alone then, so you can be presentable for work.”

She grabs her bag and gives me a lingering kiss, completely negating all my efforts to calm myself down, and bounds off through the last few raindrops, a smile on her face.

I turn back to the wall, willing my mind to focus on anything but the remembered feel of Natalie against me.

Sweaty gym socks.

Jockstraps.

Natalie pushing her hips against mine, her hands stroking through my hair, ready to let me fuck her against this wall.

No, I shake my head. No.

I concentrate again, finally calm enough a few minutes later to turn around and walk to the gym.

How are we ever going to find any place to truly be alone?

***

IDRAG MYSELF HOMEafter work, still irritable. I was able to hide it from Heather, but I definitely snapped at Gina, who had immediately pounced, wanting more details about me and Natalie.

I had to curb the instinct to yell I didn’t have any more details because I can’t get her alone long enough to see anything through. It would be one thing if she wanted to take things slow, if we had just met and were still learning about each other. But from what I can tell, she’s ready too, her response as enthusiastic as mine.

When I walk in the door, the normal sounds of ESPN greet me, but Dad’s zonked out in his chair. Why couldn’t he have done that last night?

I creep over and grab the remote off the TV tray next to him and lower the volume so at least it’s not blasting, trying not to wake him. I know he blares it because of the partial hearing loss he suffered, but it’s still hard for me to tune it out sometimes.

I’d skipped a shower at work, just wanting to be home already, and head into the bathroom now, turning on the spray to hot. I step into the tub, finally letting myself relive every moment of that rainstorm with Natalie that I valiantly kept at bay while at the gym.

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