Page 59 of Broken Dreams
My hand tightens, and I close my eyes, imagining how hot she’d feel if I was inside her. Wondering how sweet she’d taste as I’d lick her pussy until she screams my name. I can see her now, legs over my shoulders, hands in my hair as I play with her, making her climb higher before easing her back down, her release tasting even better after I’ve toyed with her.
A shiver runs down my spine as pressure builds in my cock.
I focus on Addison. How much I want her, how her skin will feel beneath my fingers. How her soft scent, a mix of pears and flowers, will be stronger when I’m inside of her. Then I remember the kiss and the way she arched into me.
“Fuck,” I moan, inching closer to release. She’s in my head. All the time. Every day I stand here, jerking off to thoughts of her. Always her.
If she was in here right now, I’d pin her to the wall and drive my cock into her pussy until she begged for me to let her come again. I’d suck on those perfect tits I barely got a glimpse of and then bite down.
Although, she’d look so goddamn perfect in front of me right now, bent over, ass in the air as I drove in deep while my finger teased her tight little ass. She’d like that, my dick in her pussy, finger in her ass, filling her while her hands press against the wall, bracing against how hard I’d fuck her.
That does it.
My orgasm rocks through me so fast, I couldn’t stop it if I tried. I come hard, and I still don’t feel sated.
I lean against the wall, spent, and yet I know if she was here right now, I’d be ready to go again.
This is a whole new level of bad. I can’t be thinking of Addison as I jerk off. I have four million reasons why I need to stay focused, but the most important one is two doors down.
Jett already loves her. He doesn’t even want to go into daycare without her and Elodie. For him, I need to remember why I can’t consider anything more with her.
He needs me.
He needs a father who will sacrifice everything to keep him from ever feeling hurt again.
I can take it. I can handle the pain, but my son...no, my son can’t.
And that is why I have to keep my heart out of this.
thirteen
ADDISON
We had a runaway who needed to talk to a therapist, which brought Brenna Arrowood here. However, said girl left an hour ago, and when I asked Brenna to stay and talk, I really did think I’d actually speak.
But it’s been ten minutes of her here, not saying a word, while I try to get the courage to open my mouth.
Why?
Because I’m fucked in the head after that kiss and need to tell someone who isn’t judgmental.
Also, Brenna is a widow and understands this more than anyone else might.
Another minute passes and still she says nothing.
Her patience is admirable, but I’m now feeling like I have to say something.
“You’re not going to ask why I asked you to stay?”
She smiles. “Why did you ask me to stay?”
I let out a long sigh. “You’re doing some weird voodoo therapist shit.”
Brenna places her hands on her lap. “I’m doing nothing but letting you get your thoughts in order. When you want to talk, I’m here to listen.”
“Does this fall under patient doctor confidentiality?”
“Do you want to be my patient or just my friend?”
