Page 31 of Promised Secret
My dick was exhausted.Iwas exhausted.
“Morning—oh deary, why do you look like a zombie freshly woken from a grave?” Carol exclaimed, hand to her heart.
“That’s oddly specific,” I replied and rubbed a hand over my face. Ifeltlike a zombie, but instead of munching on brains, my only mission was to masturbate until there was no more cum left inside of me.
I bet Clay’s meat stick would tasteamazingin my mouth.
“Where’s Clay?”
I jumped at the question, scared I’d actually said that thought out loud. Carol and the rest of the town didn’t need to know that I was fantasizing about my stepbrother’s cock.
“Sorry?” I squeaked as she eyed me suspiciously.
“Clay? I figured you two would arrive together for your shifts since, you know, you live together?” she asked with a curious brow raised.
I tugged at the collar of my shirt, already feeling the stuffy summer heat despite it being early morning.
“Figured I’d come early to see if anyone needs help,” I lied.
Carol looked skeptical of my answer but didn’t question it. She resumed setting up the hugging booth area. I went to help her.
I had totally escaped the house. I wasn’t actively trying to avoid Clay, but I didn’t know how to face him, especially in our own home.
Which was why I’d been hanging out at our friends’ house late into the night these past couple of days. Sam and Ryker offered for me to stay with them, but Ryker looked like he was ready to interrogate me all night if I had, and I just didn’t know how to explain any of this to them. Plus, I would probably die from staying overnight with their cat. Gray was adorable, but I was allergic, and he loved finding unsuspecting chests to stomp on.
Jones looked like he wanted to say something to me the entire time I was at their cabin, and I couldn’t help wondering if Clay and Ihadbeen caught when we kissed in Jones’ hot tub. Thankfully, with Ryan and little Karla there, Jones couldn’t speak as freely.
Clay had kept quiet about my new avoidant tactics so far, but I knew he wouldn’t stay silent for long. It was always like this. Whenever I tried to pull away, he would chase me down and capture me with his determination.
Which was why I needed to get out of the house and away from him for just a while longer and try to build up some sort of resolve. Or at least until I figured out what I was going to say to him.
“I’ll tell him I was abducted by aliens and only returned today. The person jerking him off the other night wasn’t me, it was the aliens,” I muttered to myself. Maybe it was my sleep-deprived brain, but I thought it was a feasible idea.
“Aliens?” A voice that sounded suspiciously likeClay’s sounded in my ear, but that couldn’t be. He wasn’t expected to be here for another hour.
I peeked over my shoulder, jumping when I found Clay right behind me.
Despite the early hour, he didn’t look like he’d just rolled out of bed. He’d shaved since I’d last seen him, which made him look more youthful. I missed the stubble that scratched my chin during our kisses.
The white sleeveless shirt he was wearing should be illegal for how showstopping it made his arms. Arms that were perfect for hugging.
Fuck.
Everyone was gonna want to hug him today, and I was just gonna have to deal with it. I knew it was for charity, but I wished I could drag Clay into a dark corner and hide him away to keep all for myself.
“Uh, how long have you been standing behind me?” I asked, wiping my palms against my jeans.
Clay never made me feel nervous, but my thoughts about him did. They sometimes scared me.
“Long enough to hear you muttering about aliens. Did you go down another conspiracy theory rabbit hole?” he asked with mirth in his eyes.
“No,” I lied.
Ihadbeen following news of a recent UFO sighting that people thought was actually government-planted drones used to transport weapons of mass destruction. But my alien research was beside the point. I wouldmuch rather he thought I was obsessed with more lore than what I’d actually been muttering to myself.
His lip curled up softly, clearly not believing me. “You can share it with me if you want. I’ll listen,” he said.
It felt like every time I tried to create a protective moat around myself, Clay was already building the bridge before I could fill the trench with water. He always knew how to get to me.
