Page 32 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
I stripped off my suit and hopped into the shower. My cock woke back up at the thought of Lily’s orgasms. I leaned against the shower wall, water sluicing over me as I slicked up my hand and stroked myself. Memories of her taste, her cries, and that dreamy look in her eyes when she rode my hand played through my mind.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time to come. I stood in the shower, watching my cum wash down the drain, the warm water soothing my tense muscles, until my fingers wrinkled, and I had to get out.
My bed called to me, but sleep came slowly, Lily haunting my every thought.
Chapter Twelve
The gentle drag of my cotton shirt on my restless hands soothed me—so long as I kept the pace gentle and didn’t give into the frantic beat of my heart.
Duke was coming over any minute now for sex. Actual sex this time and not the teasing he’s been giving me. If he didn’t, I would probably scream in frustration.
Even after everything, I was still nervous about this last step. I didn’t second-guess my decision, but I couldn’t help my twirling, twisting thoughts. What if he didn’t follow through? What if he did, and I didn’t like it? What if—what if I liked it so much that it ruined all other men for me?
Who was I kidding? There were no other men.
“Stop bouncing your leg,” Frankie said from the kitchen. “You’re making me dizzy and I’m not even looking at you.”
I dropped my leg to the floor. That familiar buzz ran up it, telling me I had been moving it way too fast for way too long. An ache would start up in my leg soon if I didn’t getmyself under control. Maybe a good book would keep me occupied until he came.
Oh god.
Not came. I mean, yeah, I hope he comes, but I meant until he gets here. And now I’m thinking about his cum. He hasn’t yet, and that fact piled on all my other worries, threatening to topple over the carefully constructed mound of thoughts that gave me anxiety. What if he didn’t come? What ifIwasn’t good for him?
“You just said all of that out loud,” Frankie said loud and clear from directly behind me. I jumped and dropped the book I hadn’t been reading.
“What? I—no, I didn’t. I swear I said that all in my head.” My cheeks heated as I looked back at her.
“You’re worried he won’t come. In both senses of the word.” She gave me a long look, and I had to admit, at least to myself, that I said all that out loud.
“It’s a valid concern. I’ve never… you know. I don’t—Don’t look at me like that!” I turned away from her so I couldn’t see the pity written plainly enough on her face that evenIcould tell what it was.
“Men are simple, and Duke is as simple a man as I’ve ever seen. You’re a beautiful woman. He’ll come. Both ways.” Frankie sat next to me on the couch. She didn’t pull me into a hug. Thankfully.
She wore a green striped hat today with dinosaurs dangling from her glasses. Just like the first day I met her. Oddly, that comforted me. She had my back then and didn’t even know me yet.
“What happened to my life? When did I become so… neurotic or emotional, or I don’t know?” I threw up my hands, almost knocking Frankie’s dino-clad glasses off. “Since when do I care if Duke enjoys our time together?”
“You can say come.” She laughed and then patted my arm. “Besides, people change. We’re butterflies, Lily, not rocks.”
She stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. I hadn’t registered it before.
“Wait, you’re leaving?” I asked, alarmed. I don’t know why it would be alarming, it made perfect sense, and I didn’t want her around for this, but she planned to leave me to freak out on my own until he did—or didn’t—show up and that was just too much.
I wanted to grab her arm and cling to her.
Fuck.
What was wrong with me? I hadn’t freaked out about this at all before now. I’d practically begged for it. I was disappointed every time it didn’t happen. Yet, here I was, freaking the fuck out. Was it because I knew it was happening tonight, and it was only a possibility before?
“I don’t want to be around while you and your boy toy get busy.” She dangled her keys by her face for emphasis. “Straight sex isn’t my thing. And neither is watching—or hearing—whatever a man and woman choose to get up to together. And oh look…” she pointed to the front window and a familiar figure strode up the walk.
Duke.
“Told you he would come.” She winked at me and then opened the door to let him in and leave.
The sound of pouring rain invaded through the open door and drenched his long dirty blonde hair, bringing out his waves and making him look reckless and dangerous. My pussy clenched at the sight as thunder rumbled overhead. Everything was about to change.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. All I could think about was how his mouth felt on me, how hemastered my body with just his fingers, how much I wanted more.
