Page 19 of Loving Words
Exhaling a harsh breath, I forced myself to return to the confines of my room. It wasn’t the first time I’d gone to bed horny as hell. I wasn’t a teenager with no lack of control. I’d rub one out and make myself sleep. If Kennedy wanted to finish this, she knew where to find me.
But do we want someone who judges a man for reading romance? the little voice in my head asked.
Recalling how quickly she had summed up romance books as mommy porn had the desire in my veins simmering and frustration taking its place.
The woman had managed to hit all my buttons with a few short sentences, unlike her granny, who not only loved my books but found a man writing romance to be sexually liberating.
“If we want equality for genders, then we need to accept all forms of it,”Gran had once told me years ago, when I’d first spoken to her during one of Harrison’s calls in college.
I’d merely admitted playing with the idea of writing a romance. It had taken me over two years to finally pull the trigger, but her words had been the encouragement I’d needed to not give up on the dream.
Tossing the covers aside, I undressed and lay back on the soft cotton sheets. My erection from earlier was mostly gone, so I tucked an arm under my head and shut my eyes. Kennedy’s face came to mind. I licked my lips, searching for her taste. Staying in the mountains was supposed to have brought me relaxation while I hung out with my buddy and his family. Instead, I’d gotten in an argument with his sister and found myself with the desperate need to fuck her senseless.
I wasn’t sure Harrison would be happy about either.
What would Gran say?I wondered as I fell asleep.
My dreams blended with what I wanted and what had happened downstairs. But instead of us hearing Gran using a vibrator, it was me walking in on Kennedy. Dream Kennedy had been propped up on the pillows of a bed, her knees bent... the fingers of one hand plucking and teasing a nipple as the other fucked her pussy with a vibrator.
I woke from the dream coated in sweat, my erection slapping my stomach as a string of precum connected both. Wrapping my hand around my length, I set out to release the pressure that I knew would only become worse.
I couldn’t seem to escape the woman driving me crazy, even in my dreams. So I’d rub one out in her honor and hope it calmed my body.
?Chapter 7
?Kennedy
Ileaned against mydoor as soon as it closed. My heart was beating at double time, my nipples were still aching and erect, and my pussy throbbed with need. I slid my hand down beneath the elastic of my sleep shorts and underwear. If I could just get off, I could relax and sleep. It would only take a few swipes across my clit. My underwear was soaked with my arousal. I widened my stance and dipped two fingers inside and pumped, imagining they were Jack’s. My other hand went to my clit. I still felt a void. I needed to pull out my toy to finish.
I opened my eyes and gagged a little. I kept hearing Gran’s vibrator. Plus, I couldn’t masturbate in the bedroom my parents had slept in. That thought led to me realizing what all had probably happened in that bed. Plus, Harrison and Jack were just across the hallway. I couldn’t risk it. I shook my head and decided a quick cold shower could calm my raging hormones enough to sleep.
Showered and in fresh jammies, I crawled into bed. My libido had calmed, and all I wanted now was sleep. I closed my eyes, and my brain activated. Turning onto my side, I fluffed my pillow and snuggled in. My eyes saw the numbers of midnight, 1:00 a.m., and 2:00 a.m., and at some time around 3:00 a.m., I succumbed to exhaustion. Too soon, I was startled awake by a pounding on my door.
“Kennedy!” Harrison’s muffled voice yelled. “Come on, get up. We can’t eat breakfast until you get down to the kitchen.”
I rolled over, pulled the comforter over my head, and ignored him. Gran would eventually feed them without me.
