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I yawned and glanced at the clock on the stove. It was barely ten, but I was beat. Maybe I’d blame Roman for emotional distress or some shit.
He took my hand, pulling on it until I hopped off the counter. “You’re tired.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Go to bed or you’ll be grumpy when your child wakes you up at five.”
I groaned as I maneuvered out from between him and the counter. He didn’t do much to make it easier for me. Once we made it down the hall, he walked directly into his room, leaving me behind. It was worse when he pulled off his shirt. Dropping onto his bed, he laid on his back and positioned his arm behind his neck.
Was he flexing? Asshole.
Even though I wanted to touch him, I turned and opened my door. But, self-awareness be damned, I turned right back around and memorized the hunger in his eyes as I headed straight for him. Putting one knee on the bed, I grasped his jaw and held him in place. I stopped just before our lips met and drew in a long breath. When he tried to close the small distance, I gripped him tighter.
“I’m going to think about the way your cock felt against me while I make myself cum.”
His lips parted and a small, desperate sound escaped. It took everything I had to keep myself from kissing him.
Stroking his jaw with my thumb, I continued. “If I knew that you were doing the same, right across the hall...” I groaned and brushed his nose with mine.
Without another word, I released him and forced myself to leave the room. I closed his door, then mine. My heart was racing as I undressed and climbed into the bed. The fact that I was in it alone was a bit depressing, but the idea of doing exactly what I told him I would felt thrilling.
I’d barely touched my cock when my phone buzzed. It nearly fell out of my hand when I saw the picture he’d sent me.
Holy fuck.
Jesus.
I was having a stroke, for sure.
Blowing out a shaky breath, I stared at his very hard, very beautiful cock on the screen. With his fingers wrapped around it, I got a pretty good idea of how thick it was. I wasn’t in need of any motivation to get myself off, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
Another text came in and I smiled.
Roman:Just so you know I’m doing the same
Well, I wasn’t a ‘send nudes’ kind of person, but it’d be rude not to return the favor. While I stroked myself, I stared at his cock and imagined him making the same motions while he made himself cum, hopefully with my name on his lips.
Chapter 34
Roman
When I woke up, the first thing I thought about was that picture of Travis’ dick. After he sent it, I had a brief moment of panic. I’d always been strict about not having pictures of things like that on my phone. It left too many opportunities for slip ups. If anyone got their hands on it, there was no way I could satisfactorily explain the situation.
It only took me a few seconds to move past that fear. I’d been so fucking turned on, and staring at his dick on the screen made it impossible for anything to shatter that.
He’d been hard forme. He’d jacked off while thinking aboutme. Somehow, he had feelings for me, just like I had feelings for him. We’d both admitted it and nothing bad happened.
I felt lighter than I had in...probably ever. My sleep hadn’t been great, but it wasn’t bad either. Right now, I was just staring at the ceiling, contemplating everything that had happened. The loudest thought in my head was that I wanted to see Travis, and since it was seven, I knew that he had to be up.
What if he’d changed his mind?
While I showered, I tried to shove the thought away, but it kept coming back. This wasTravis. He was out and he refused to hide who he was. If he wanted something with me, whatever it might be, how could I give him what he needed, what he deserved?
As my mind began to spiral, I leaned my hands on the wall and breathed.
I heard a knock on the bedroom door, so I hurriedly jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. My feet were still wet as I rushed out of the bathroom, and I slipped a couple of times on the wood floor. I threw the door open but was met with empty space. Stepping into the hallway, I saw Travis at the end of it. He turned and his lips parted as his gaze moved down my body.
“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I just wanted to see...”
