Page 9 of My Mom's Man
I can wait until she graduates.
I’ll just need to make sure nights like last night don’t happen again.
When I reach a four-way stop, I stop to catch my breath. Cole and Emma make it to me a few seconds later. My best friend studies me intently in that cop way he has down pat, but I can’t meet his stare. I’m sure the guilt on my face is too easy to identify and I don’t exactly want to be called out for the thoughts running rampant in my head.
“Oh,” Emma says, panting heavily. “We’re almost to this cool place. Can I show you guys?”
We both nod and let her lead the way.
Big mistake.
I’m forced to watch her muscular ass cheeks jiggle as she runs. And, like the idiot I am, I can’t look away. Cole is completely oblivious to my secret temptation, randomly pointing at cars he likes that pass by.
This is getting ridiculous.
I need to stop looking at her like that.
We travel a few more blocks where I do my best to avoid checking out her pert ass, which is an incredibly difficult feat. She leads us to a small, yellow commercial property with an overgrown yard.
“This isn’t a cool place,” Cole says, frowning. “It should be condemned.”
Emma, with hands on her narrow hips, beams at the quaint building. She’s too pretty with the morning sunbathing her in its warm light. Strands of gold in her brown hair light up as if on fire. It’s hard to lookaway. I’m able to force my gaze away from her to the building she seems to be in love with.
“It’s charming,” Emma says breathlessly. “Right, Reid?”
The building needs work, but I can see the allure. Kind of reminds me when I’d bought Moonlit Gables. It was basically a shithole, but I knew I could make it something great.
“I like it,” I agree with a nod. “Nothing a little TLC couldn’t fix.”
We stare at it for a while longer and then Cole grunts after checking his watch. Time to get back. The run home goes by quickly. Cole parts ways with us, heading for his place to shower, while me and Emma go back to mine.
Amara’s car is now gone, leaving the two of us alone.
As the door closes behind us, electricity charges in the air. I’m distinctly aware of the fact we have one shower in this place and we both need it.
Don’t even think about sharing it with her, pervert.
“You go first,” I bite out harshly. “You have to get to school.”
She disappears up the stairs without another word. I pace the living room until I hear the shower start up. Once I deem it safe, I inch my way up the stairs. My feet slow to a stop in front of the bathroom door.
Why are you stopping, idiot?
I close my eyes and lean my sweaty forehead againstthe wood. Beyond the door, I can hear the water splashing as she washes up. I can’t help but imagine her tight ass free of the leggings, naked and soapy. My cock is now so hard, it strains against the fabric. Like a fool, I palm my hand over it to attempt to have it calm down.
But that feels good.
So, I rub some more.
And then I hear it.
A tiny whimper.
My eyes jolt open and my heart leaps into my throat. She makes the softest of sounds that wouldn’t be heard unless you were listening at the door like I am.
Is she getting herself off?
Why?
