Page 36 of Yearn
Thank God there was no other man competing for her love in the picture. Her husband Scott was trying, but I had a present for her to get the lawyer she needed to end their marriage.
Hopefully, he would leave it at that.
Because if not. . .I would cut him out like rot.
A clean excision.
That’s what surgeons do—remove the disease before it spreads. And the very thought of her laughing with another man made my scalpel hand itch.
Deranged.
That’s what this was.
A sickness in my blood.
But my mind wouldn’t stop.
Upstairs. . .she had to be asleep by now. Teyonah always looked bone tired by ten, dragging herself through bedtime routines with the kids. The thought slashed through me: her in bed, hair spread across the pillow, breasts rising slow and heavyunder her tank top. Her lips parted, soft breaths spilling into the dark.
I could sneak up there.
Quiet.
Careful.
Stand at the edge of her bed like some hungry shadow. Just watch her chest rise and fall, just breathe in her scent—the lavender, the honey, the heat of her body sunk into those sheets.
My cock would be in my fist before I could stop myself, stroking slow, leaking over her floor.
She would never know.
I would come to the sight of her sleeping. The thought of spilling all over her hardwood just to keep from painting her skin made my teeth clench.
Fuck.
I turned around and pressed my forehead to the tile.
Water streamed over me, but it only fueled the fever.
Because the truth was this: I didn’t want to sneak. I didn’t want to hide. I wanted her to wake, to open those eyes and see me standing there—cock in hand, veins bulging, dripping for her—and whisper my name like it hurt.
I wanted her shock, her gasp, her voice breaking as I told her she belonged to me, and then to begin fucking her raw.
Every scenario was worse than the last.
Every picture in my head pulled the leash tighter.
And still… I couldn’t stop imagining.
No. No. Let’s end this.
I let go of my cock and placed both hands against the tile. “Fuck this.”
I wasn’t winning this battle.
Not tonight.
“I’ll get some sleep.” I twisted the faucet off.
