Page 38 of Cream Pie

I get the water hot as hell before I step in, wincing a little at the heat before I let uncoil my muscles. I close my eyes, and instantly, even with the Jackie shadow looming, all I can think of is her.

Amy.

All I can think of is that look in her eyes when she came for me. All I can taste is her on my tongue. All I can feel is the way she clung to me so tightly and moved with me. The other night wasn’t something I do—the whole one-night thing. But I knew even before I knew who she was that the girl I saw in that bar was just… shit, I don’t know. Something different. Something real.

Something that was going to rock my whole fucking world.

And now, here we are.

I know it’d be easy to call it blind lust. Hell, it would definitely make it an easier pill to swallow when it comes to keeping it from Marshall, in a way, if it was just mad physical attraction. And yeah, it sure as hell is, but I know damn well it’s more than that.

I know it’s a lot more than that, and that scares the shit out of me. I know that waking up with that girl in my arms is the single best feeling I’ve ever had. I know that holding her close and nuzzling her neck as she still slept another few minutes and feeling the beat of her heart with my hand on her chest made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.

I don’t even know if I’m ready to really think about what that even means, but I know I want it always.

Water streams over me, and I close my eyes and remember my last shower. I groan, remembering the way she looked at me with pure hunger and turned around to face the tiled wall. The way I moved behind her and gripped that tight little ass in my hands as she cooed for me. The way I bit her neck as I slid my cock between her legs and pushed it into her slick little cunt.

I growl, and my hand slides down to wrap around my fat, throbbing cock. I stroke, grunting as I remember pounding into her sweet pussy, and feeling her come so hard for me.

Fuck, I’ve been up for barely two hours, I’ve already come three damn times with Amy, and here I am ready to spray my cum across the shower wall.

I grin as I let my breath out and drop my hand.

Easy, buddy.

I shake my head to clear the thoughts, and I finish rinsing off and step out. I can’t be jerking off like a horny teenager, I’ve got breakfast to get to.

…You know, with the man whose daughter is the one that has me all twisted up like this.

I throw on some linen pants and a t-shirt, and I head out.

“Heardyou found some company last night.”

I almost choke on my coffee at Marshall’s words, and I shoot quick glare towards the next table on the veranda where Max is stuffing his face with bacon and french toast. He catches the look and grins. Hell, it’s not like he knew it was Amy I was with when he gossiped like a little schoolgirl to Marshall about spotting me on the walk of shame this morning.

I sputter on the black coffee, and Marshall laughs next to me.

“Easy, buddy,” he chuckles, grinning. “Hey, good for you. You haven’t really ever gotten back out there after, you know.”

“Jackie,” I mutter.

Marshall nods. “Yeah.”

“Can you blame me?”

He grins. “Hardly.” He laughs again and raises his own coffee cup to me. “Well, cheers. And congrats, whoever she was.” He looks at me with peering eyes, like he wants me to spill it.

Like fucking hell.

“Aww c’mon!” he finally sighs. “Really?”

“Really.”

“C’mon,” he prods. “Look, it’s just you and me. Kendall’s still taking a shower.”

I just shrug.

“Someone from the wedding or someone from after?”

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