Page 65 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
With a sigh, I stand up and pull my boxer briefs on, then walk out and head to the kitchen. She is standing in front of the open refrigerator, taking random things out as she goes.
I walk up behind her and put my arms around her waist, letting out a silent sigh of relief when she leans back into me.
“Whatcha makin’, babe?”
Her answer is quick, mind made up. “Blueberry pancakes.”
“Yum,” I murmur and gently nip at the skin where her shoulder meets her neck. My hands go down to the globes of her ass and squeeze as hard as she’ll take. I know she loves it when I do it, and I am not disappointed.
Her cell phone buzzing with a message from the other side of the kitchen counter puts a damper on my playing. Who the fuck would be texting her this late into the night?
“I wonder who that could be?” Apparently, Emily has the same thoughts I do, which makes me feel better.
I let go of her and take the three necessary steps to reach her phone. I pick it up to give it to her, but when I do it, the screen lights up, showing the message that just came through.
Unknown: Have you thought about us? I miss you.
My blood starts thumping in my head, and my jaw clenches so hard, I worry my teeth may give in and break. I look at Emily and see she is still with her face in the refrigerator.
She glances back at me with a soft smile on her face. “What does it say?”
“Spam,” I tell her a bit more aggressively than I should’ve. “What’s your code so I can block the number?”
“Three-two-one-zero,” she tells me with no hesitation. “I hate spammers.”
“Yeah,” I mutter as I log into her phone and block the number the message was sent from, then delete it off her phone. “All set.”
“Thank you, Puck.”
She looks so cute with my t-shirt on, standing at the counter now, mixing ingredients to make us pancakes.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower while you do that.” I smile and walk out of the kitchen, not giving her time to respond.
I slam shut the door of the bathroom, then walk to the small sink and lean against it. The house is old, and the bathroom shows it. When I push down on the counter, I hear a faint crack, so I force myself to let go.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling. My insecurities have taken over, and I can’t do anything about it.
I never had a girlfriend in the traditional sense of the word, the ones I had in school don’t count. I have obviously been very sexually active, but not with anyone steady. This thing with Emily is messing with my head, especially now that I made this big decision to move here.
Jon Stewart has been lukewarm toward me, but not completely cold, which is a good thing. He’s been giving me the occasional threat if I hurt his daughter, and also tried to pay me off to leave her the hell alone.
I couldn’t. Every time I talked to her on the phone, I fell a little deeper into this black hole of feelings. She is just perfect for me, and I am desperate to hang on to her.
Doubt is now creeping around in my head, and I hate it. I don’t even know what that message was about. It could’ve been a wrong number for all I know. In fact, that makes the most sense, now that I think better of it. That was it.
Grateful that I didn’t blow up on her, I turn toward the tub and let the water run for a bit to get warm. I do need a shower, so I might as well get it out of the way since I made a big deal out of it out there.
I let my boxer briefs drop to the floor and step into the tub. I smile at all the girly soaps I see lining up a shelf she has hanging from the showerhead, then sniff each one until I find the one I like the best. The one that smells more like her.
I run the washcloth all over my body with rushed moves until I get to my cock. In spite of my existential crisis from only minutes ago, I am hard as a rock from smelling Emily’s soap. The image of her from when I got here, on her knees and me forcing my cock down her throat, is now getting me ready to explode.
I wrap my fingers around myself and squeeze hard, a lot harder than she ever could. I close my eyes and rest my other hand against the wall, seeing only her in my head.
She is all I ever see no matter where I am. I haven’t been able to fuck anyone else since that first time with her. I didn’t try either. I just didn’t feel like it, all the video sex we’ve been having more than enough for me. Obviously the real thing is what I truly want, but until that’s on the table, I am good with anything she can give me.
Emily is happy, too. I just know it. She never said the words to me, but the way she is with me is nothing short of amazing.
My soapy hand continues running up and down my hard cock, my one finger pressing softly against my balls. It feels so fucking good, I need to let go right…
