Page 87 of Single Teddy
Reading was just as futile. Especially romance. All the spicy scenes just made me horny, and even when I turned to my non-fiction TBR, it did nothing to help the situation.
My only escape was grading, but I couldn’t concentrate on it one bit. No, instead, I kept dropping my pen, sneaking my hand under the table, and just touching myself. And what do you know, I was back to square one, beating my meat to Teddy’s rhythm.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said after my cum had painted my hardwood floor white one too many times.
I reached for my phone and called Ruby.
“Hey,” she answered on the second ring.
“What are you doing today? I need to get out of the house,” I told her.
“Nothing. I can be ready in ten,” she said, and we hung up.
I cleaned the floor and myself, then put my shoes on and left the house like I was on fire. Because I was.
Ruby was outside our family home when I rolled up, and she jumped in before I had even stopped.
“Where to?” I asked.
“You tell me. You’re the one who needed to get away. What is that all about anyway?”
I shrugged. “I just need out.”
I set off feeling her intense stare on me.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you. Why did you want to get out of your house? You love your house.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t.”
A car swerved out of the side of the road, and I hit the brakes. The sudden move jolted my sore ass, and I hissed.
“What?” Ruby asked as I continued driving with no set destination yet.
I shook my head.
“Okay, Wesley, what the hell is going on? Why are you being so weird? What did Teddy do to you?”
I flinched at his name. She noticed.
“So this is about hot Teddy, huh? What happened? What did I miss?”
“Nothing you were supposed to be a part of,” I snapped.
Ruby took a moment and gasped.
“You fucked didn’t you? O-M-G, he fucked you, didn’t he? That’s why you’re flinching every time you stop the car.”
“No, I’m not,” I said.
Was it that obvious?
“Yeah. Right. Tell that to your face. Is he that big?”
I sighed and turned to her for a second.
