Page 28 of Losing Forever
Laughter shoots from me.If she had me, she’d have called in, unable to walk and she wouldn’t be looking for more from anyone else. I did her a favor by passing on her last night.
Still not buying it. You don’t take girls out and treat them to dinner without having your way with them.
Damn. That makes me feel like a bigger dick about what almost happened—me coming in Caitlyn’s mouth while fantasizing about Braylee. I’ve never left a date without making the girl come at least once—even if I didn’t. Caitlyn is my first.
Noah sends another text.She definitely wants me to take her out—hell, maybe even to take her in the bathroom—but I’m not biting. Office sex complicates things. I have a hookup in Tampa, which is why we’re not having this conversation over the phone. Too many ears in the office. But that’s not why I’m texting. I need a favor.
Okay.
Bray and I need to check out the house we bought. I got the keys today from one of the Realtors the company uses. Can you take her for me this afternoon? I want to leave early for Tampa to avoid traffic.
Spending time with Braylee wasn’t on my list of things to do today. I wanted a break so I could get my head and dick straight before seeing her again. I could always rub one out before I get her, so the big guy stays down. That won’t fix my head issues, though. She gets to me, makes me think and feel things I don’t want to explore.
Sure thing,I text Noah.Who’s the chick in Tampa? Do I know her? Better yet, does she have a friend?
Thanks, man. And no, you don’t know her. Neither does Braylee. We used to hook up in college. Now she’s a law student at Stetson. Not sure if she has a friend. I can ask.
Make sure she’s hot first.I add a smiling devil emoji.Let me know if you need anything else and have fun. Lucky bastard.
I toss the phone on the couch. Working out in the house gym would be smart. Noah has a sweet setup in the bonus room downstairs next to the garage. It’s another perk of living here. If I’m spending the afternoon with Braylee, I should get rid of all this pent-up energy. Exercise will help. I miss the rush of endorphins in my system after a game, and I refuse to get soft. It’s settled. I’ll work out, stroke myself off in the shower to Braylee, and then pick her up from the office.
I carry my mug to the sink, chug a big gulp, and rinse it out. After a quick change of clothes, I text the beauty who haunts my mind.What time should I get you later?
Who is this?
Grayson.
How’d you get my number?
Is she for real?Noah. What time?
Be a little bossier why don’t you?
There’s my little live wire.Good morning to you, too.
Morning. Ha! I’ve been up for hours, working. Not all of us get to sleep in.
Some of us slept in because we were working into the wee hours of the night.
Wee? Did you wake up Scottish?
I laugh. Is it fucked up that this banter with her turns me on?Are you going to tell me what time to pick you up, or do I need to text Noah?
You want the wee lass to tell you the time?
YES.Christ, I want her.
If I had a car, I wouldn’t need you to drive me.
That’s not an answer, but now I’m curious. Why don’t you have a car?
From what Noah says, she has more than enough money in the bank.
3:00 PM. I’ll be outside. Don’t be late.
Hmm. Deflection? I’ll have to ask her the question again when we’re together. The thought of having her in my car, filling it with her sweet scent, her creamy skin an arm's reach away, has me thinking things I shouldn’t.
From the fridge, I grab a bottled water and use the back stairs that lead to the garage. I need to work out until I’m fatigued. Maybe then, I can get through this afternoon without wanting to strip her naked and act out the fantasies running through my mind.
