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Chapter Seven
Brett
The bright green numbers of the clock glow on my face while I stare at it. Four in the morning. It’s fucking four in the morning. I haven’t been able to go to sleep yet. I haven’t felt this kind of anger stirring inside in a long time.
I walked out of the bar tonight with Sara. Just as I was pushing through the door, I glanced over my shoulder to Eva. The same hard, hurtful eyes she hit me with earlier where staring back at me. I don’t understand what the hell her problem is. It’s like she’s pissed at me for something I didn’t do, or something I don’t know I did. When she called me a manwhore at the bar, it fucking hurt. I don’t do hurt, so I turned it to anger. Anger that I’m trying to bury deep down, but it’s trying to claw its way out. If she thinks I’m an asshole now, there will be no doubt if I take my anger out on her.
Scrubbing my face, I roll over. When I got outside the bar, Sara was all over me. It was simple. She wanted me and I was way passed needing to get my dick wet. So when the cab pulled up and she climbed in, I stood there holding onto the door. It’s never been a question. Never have I let my mind drift off in any other direction. Except for then.
Looking back at the bar, I slammed the cab door shut, hitting the roof to let the driver know to go. I’m sure she was pissed, fuck I was pissed. It was the first time I passed up a sure thing. So here I am. Wide awake...angry and horny.
My hand slips down my stomach, searching for the growing erection that’s taking over me. My mind wanders to the way Eva looked tonight. Her long brown hair, her pouty red lips, even the way her eyes shined when she first saw me tonight.
“Fuck,” I grumble. My dick is as hard as a rock with images of Eva floating through my mind.
I shouldn’t even be thinking about her. She’s a friend, nothing more. But, I can’t stop as I pump my cock with one hand. God, she’s got this sexy confidence about her. I focus on the curve of her lips. The way she smiles.
I imagine them wrapped around my cock. Her honeyed eyes glancing up at me. Fuck, shit. I’m so turned on.
God, how good would it feel to fuck her mouth. Slip my fingers in her hair as she takes me deep down her throat. Shit. I’m gonna come.
Leaving the bar with Sara tonight, I realized she wasn’t the one I would have really enjoyed. Eva’s soft mouth bringing me to an orgasm would be much better.
I stroke my cock harder, moaning into the night. What I wouldn’t give for one night of having Eva’s tongue stroking my cock. Of Eva’s hands on me as I slam my dick in her mouth. Have her suck and suck as I play with her tits.
Slip inside her wet pussy as I fuck her relentlessly. Fuck, I pick up speed as my orgasm draws near. Fucking Eva will never happen, but imagining it over and over is something I can do. This won’t change our friendship, and she doesn’t need to know I fantasize about her sucking my cock.
My heart is pounding with lust. My balls are full with desire. The need to come overtakes me and I breathe out hard as my orgasm rushes through me. “Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I keep pumping my dick.
“Fuck.” I can’t believe I just got off thinking about her.
**
My phone rings and I grab it off the coffee table. Asher. I hit ignore and shove it into my pocket. He’s been trying to talk to me since I walked in on him, and his bad fucking skills. I’m still too pissed to be bothered.
The only thing making this day bearable, after two hours of restless sleep, is knowing I’m going to work on the1972 Chevy Nova sitting at the garage. My damn dream car, that I get a hard on just thinking about. Getting my hands dirty today is exactly what I need.
Opening my door to leave, Eva jumps back. Making my damn heart pound. “Damn Brett. You scared the shit out of me.”
Closing the door behind me, I lock it and turn to her. “I scared you? Christ, you’re like a tiny stalker I didn’t see coming. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was in the neighborhood. Thought maybe we could grab breakfast or something,” she says, twisting her hands together. “And for the record, I’m not a stalker.”
Laughing, I nod. “Sure you aren’t, but I need to go to the garage. I can’t do breakfast,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Well, the real reason I stopped by was to apologize for last night.”
“No, stop. I'm sorry. I guess I don't have the best reputation.”
“I'm sure Sara didn't mind.” She glances at the ground, unable to meet my eyes.
“I wouldn't know. I didn't end up doing anything with her,” I say, hoping she believes me.
She smiles a tiny smile. “So, you’re working on a Saturday?”
“Yep. Overtime, plus I get to work on a 1972 Chevy Nova,” I explain.
She glances down before meeting my gaze. “Fully restored?”
