Page 14 of Waiting for Him
The door closed behind her, and Boomer clutched the pillow in his lap, pumping his hips a few times in frustration. It’d taken everything in him not to reach out, pull her down on top of him, and ravage her. Now, all he had to do was not think about her getting undressed and lathering her naked body.
Fuck—easier said than done.
When Jake returned and took over the watch, Boomer would jump into the shower and give himself some relief. Picking up his phone, he typed a quick text to his teammate and then tossed it back on the nightstand.
The bathroom door opened a few inches, and Kat stuck her head out. “Benny, I should’ve brought my bag in with me. Can you hand it to me, please?”
Shit, was she kidding?
If he walked over to her, there would be no way she would miss his rigid shaft bulging through his jeans. And why couldn’t she come out and get it herself? A light bulb went off in his head . . . she’d started getting undressed. Ah, hell. Now, he was hard and throbbing.
She was patiently staring at him. Fuck! He didn’t have much choice. Biting his lip, he threw caution to the wind, along with the pillow, and stood. He grabbed her bag and strode to the bathroom door, hoping she wouldn’t look at his crotch. And, of course, the moment he had the thought, her eyes flickered downward, and her cheeks bloomed as she spotted his package.
Boomer’s eyes traveled up her bare arm as she reached for the bag. There was nothing but pure ivory skin on her shoulder, and he caught a peek of the white towel she used to cover herself. Before he could say or do anything, she shyly looked away and closed the door with a muttered thanks. Bracing his arms on the door jamb, he let his head drop forward. A few seconds passed before he realized he hadn’t heard the lock engage.
Was that an invitation?
He reached for the doorknob and hesitated. If he were wrong, he’d screw up everything. He still didn’t know if she had a boyfriend back in Portland, which was the first thing he needed to address. Sighing, he left the doorknob alone and ran his hand through his hair instead.
First things first, ass-hat. Get her out of danger, then you can start thinking with your dick again.
Plopping back down on his bed, he grabbed his phone again when a text message chimed. It was from Georgia Branneth.
Georgia
Hi, Master Ben. I was hoping we could negotiate a scene tonight. Please let me know. g.
Boomer stared at the message. He’d hooked up with the submissive several times over the past few months but had made it clear what they had together stayed at the club, and she was good with it. The short, raven-haired cutie was a recently divorced high-school teacher who had no desire to jump into another relationship. She was sweet, fun, and an incredible fuck. In addition to teaching, she was also a gymnastics coach and was exceptionally limber, which made for interesting sexual acrobatics. And less than twenty-four hours ago, he would’ve been fantasizing about some new positions. But now, in his brain, Kat had replaced the women in every one of his fantasies. Shit, he was a goner. And now he had to find a way back into her heart because he didn’t think either one of them would settle for anything less.
Sorry g. Out of town.
Georgia
:( K. Next time.
Boomer sighed. There might not be a next time, but he wouldn’t tell the sub that in a text. And he definitely wouldn’t say anything until he was sure Kat was single and on the same page as him. The room was silent, and he could hear the shower running. Damn it. He would never get rid of his erection if he kept thinking about Kat lathering herself under the spray of warm water. Grabbing the TV remote, he hit the power and then the volume buttons.
By the time Kat opened the door and exited the bathroom, he had his cock back under control, and he willed it to stay that way. She’d changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt with the logo for J&E International K9 over her left breast. Her feet were bare, and he wondered if she would be opposed to another foot massage. His cock twitched, and he shoved the thought from his brain. If Jake didn’t get here soon, Boomer would have a serious case of blue balls. For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t even look at her feet without getting aroused. How screwed up was that?
He heard two, then three knocks on Jake’s door before it swung open, and his teammate walked into the other room. Striding through the go-between door, he carried in a large pizza box and several bags. Thank God.
Boomer jumped up, grabbed his duffel, and headed to the bathroom. He passed a curious-looking Kat. “Start without me. I’m taking a quick shower.”
“Okay. But you better hurry. Otherwise, I might eat yours.”
Boomer shut the door a little harder than he should have.
“Okay . . . I might eat yours.”
His mind was racing. Jesus H. Christ, ass-hat. Get your fucking mind out of the gutter. Not everything out of her mouth is an innuendo. Get in the shower, fire off your rifle, and keep it under control.
He turned on the shower and took a deep breath. Fuck! The room smelled of her body soap. This was getting so out of hand. Stripping fast, he climbed into the tub and grabbed the courtesy bar of soap. Tearing the paper off, he got it wet and lathered up. One hand against the wall, the other around his aching cock, he closed his eyes and groaned softly. He dragged his fist down to the root and back to the head. Up and over, down and back up again. His hips began to pump as Boomer imagined Kat on her knees, sucking and licking him. Her lips would be soft and plump, her mouth warm and inviting. He’d grasp her hair and guide her in taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat.
Take it, Kitten. Lick me like I’m a bowl of cream. He tightened his fist and picked up the pace. Yeah, baby, suck it hard. I’m going to come down your throat, and you’ll swallow every drop. Are you ready, Kitten?
“Ah, fuck,” he hissed as he shot his jizz into the shower spray, then yanked on his cock until nothing was left. Light-headed, he leaned heavily on his other hand against the wall and tried to catch his breath.
Yup, he and Kat needed to have a talk because he wanted her more than ever.
