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“Where are you going? I’m not gonna wait for you!” Janie calls over the rustling of the plastic bag.
“To put on deodorant!” I stammer. “I forgot and would hate to offend your delicate ass.” Delicate ass that I want to bend over the fucking arm of the couch and bury myself in.
Okay, this is the last time—no more. I’m rubbing this one out, and with it, all dirty thoughts of that red-headed siren out there, packing her cheeks with egg rolls like some sort of hamster.
Janie groanswhile reaching for the remote in my hand, “I swear to god, Fox, I will throw my shoe at your television if you make me watch the news for one more second.” Laughing, I hold my remote away from her as she huffs before snatching mycontainer of fried rice and packing spoonfuls of it into her big-ass mouth. My eyes betray me as they travel down to her bare thighs as my hoodie she is wearing creeps further up when she criss crosses her legs.
Janie is off-limits.
My eyes snap to the box on my end table, and I can feel Tony’s warning gaze burning into me from the beyond.
Tony didn’t have many rules. He was very laid back and easygoing. But as lax as he was ninety-nine percent of the time, one rule at Hel’s Ink stood firm. If Tony ever caught you breaking it, he would break you. And right now, the old man would have me in a full-body cast if he were alive.
It’s sick really. Janie is seventeen years younger than me. She was a teenager when I started at Hel’s. Now, I’m running to my bathroom to jerk off because of her. I manhandled her in her father’s shop. I know she’s a grown woman, and it should be okay. But once my lust haze clears, all I’m left with is Tony, and the guilt I feel for thinking such filth about his little girl.
Then again, she’s not a little girl anymore, and it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to look at this fully grown woman and see her as Tony’s kid.
Looking away from the box, I try to ignore the sickening churning in my stomach from the guilt I’m full of. However, that guilt hasn’t stopped the masturbation sessions. Three. I’m forty-three goddamn years old, and I’ve jerked off three times in the last two and a half hours. Like I said, disgusting guilt.
“Are you even listening?” Her voice catches me off guard, causing me to flinch. Her red brows furrow together as she stares quizzically at me.
I mumble out a “Sorry” while straightening my posture. “You talk so much it kind of becomes white noise after a while.”
“Listen here, old man, I will take you down.” A laugh escapes me as Janie stands on the couch and points an accusatory fingerat me. My eyes betray me once again as they go from her challenging glare down to her bare, creamy legs. Like the rest of her, her legs are dusted with light freckles, and, god help me, I need to know how each one tastes.
“Fine,” I say, needing the subject to change quickly before I must excuse myself for a fourth time. “What would you like to watch?” I hand her the remote, and as her fingers touch mine, a jolt courses through my body, ending in my dick. Yep, number four is coming. Motherfucker, I should have better control over my—
“Oh,The Office! Score!” Janie punches her fist in the air in triumph while starting the episode and grabbing an egg roll out of the container in my hand. She tucks her knees up into the hoodie while she munches away, eyes on the screen.
“You likeThe Office?” Why am I feeling shocked by this? It’s a good show, a popular show. It’s not that weird two people would enjoy it, right?
“Yeah,” her voice through the mouthful of egg roll squeezes at my chest. God, I need to get laid.
Wait, could my lack of sex be my problem? Maybe all of this…. Whatever I’m feeling for Janie is because I’ve been in a dry spell, and she’s just a girl who’s been in close proximity to me. That has to be it. This will be a distant memory once I go out and find a girl.
“I love watchingThe Office.” She beams. “It’s my comfort show. I fall asleep with it playing on my laptop most nights.”
Fuck.
“R-Really?” My voice is unsure, and my body goes rigid as she leans over me to pluck a dumpling from the container. God help me, I inhale her scent. Why Fox? Why?
“Oh yeah,” she eyes each dumpling, looking for the best one. Damn it, she smells good. Her smell should not be turning me on. This is wrong… This is so wrong… Grandma in a nightie.Saggy tits, toilet paper stuck to the ass. PLEASE make this boner go down.
She pops the worthy dumpling into her mouth. “I’m not as big of a fan when Michael Scott leaves.” Her talking with her mouth full shouldn’t be doing things to me like this. “I mean, I’ll watch them, but I don’t binge them as much.” She stops talking and stares at me, her head cocking to one side, causing her wild curls to spill over her shoulder. “What is it?” she asks.
I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say, and I’m afraid of what may fall out of my mouth. Before my brain can register what my body is doing, my hand reaches out to her face, and I run my thumb over her bottom lip. Her sharp inhale, and wide sapphire eyes finally snap me out of this lust-filled stupor.
“You had a ummm…” I quickly rubbed her lip again, a little rougher, this time to act as though I was removing a crumb. I watch her neck and cheeks pink up, and she turns away from me to watch the show.
Smooth Fox. Fucking smooth.
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“I’m fine!” Fox grumbles as he manages some impressive cough-sneeze hybrid. I roll my eyes as he grabsanotherblanket and wraps it around himself. This came on so fast. The night before last, Fox was fine. He took care of me, helping me pick up Dad and then dealing with me getting canceled. But last night, he was in a super foul mood. Like, even my breathing annoyed him. Usually, I live to deliver him healthy doses of annoyance, but I don’t know; this time, it felt off. After he snapped at me becausemy scent was fucking with his sinuses, I made him go to bed. The man kept me up most of last night, coughing, sneezing, puking, and whining. Fuck, his whining. For a big, strong, lumberjack man, he’s kind of a wimp when he has a cold. It’s also so pathetic that it’s almost cute, but that’s neither here nor there.
“Fox, you’re sick.” I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. “I’ve already texted the guys, and Atlas says that, while he is not concerned about your plague because he spent his childhood licking doorknobs and monkey bars, Derek has threatened to hide your machines if you try to come in. And to let you know that includes Vanessa.”
