Page 49 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

How good the water must look running over his back…his abs.

His cock.

I should have been more embarrassed than I was when he caught me staring at his dick. Should have turned beet red.

But his eyes…

For a quick moment, like thetiniest fractionof a second, I considered closing the distance like his eyes were begging me to do.

But I didn’t.

Now I’m tucked safely away in my room where I won’t be tempted to do something foolish like kiss Dean Evans.

And he’s in his room, where I’m sure he’s just so damn pleased with himself for getting me all worked up and making my nipples hard.

They still are.

Hell, my entire body is awake because every time I close my eyes, I see Dean without a shirt. Or the outline of his dick.

Ugh. I seriously need to get laid. This is getting ridiculous if I’m actually lying here thinking about Dean of all people.

Maybe a quick rendezvous with my favorite toy will help take the edge off…

I reach into my nightstand and grab my clit vibrator. Switch it on. Set it to the lowest (and quietest) setting, slide my panties to the side.

I amthatneedy. So keyed up I nearly burst before it even makes contact with my center.

I spread my legs and tilt my hips up, guiding the toy over my bud, which is pulsing with need.

My eyes fall closed and all I see is a familiar pair of green eyes.

I pop my eyes back open, pulling the toy from my body, becauseWhat the hell?

It’s one thing to masturbate, but it’s another to think of Dean while I do it.

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt…

I close my eyes, bring my toy back to my clit…and god help me, I think of Dean.

His green eyes. That perfect smirk. His midnight black hair, his incessant five o’clock shadow, the slight dimple in his chin.

I conjure the image of him from only an hour ago, standing shirtless in front of me. I picture him stalking toward me, his hard, taut body pressing against mine as he cups my face. His thumb strokes gently over my cheek as he leans down to kiss me and…

I come.

Hard.

I gasp for air, coming down from the high, my heart racing dangerously fast.

“Take that, Dean.” I slide the toy out from under the blankets. “I don’t need the real you.”

“You say something?”

“FUCK!” I yelp.

And my vibrator goes flying across the room as my arms flail.

Thump.

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