Maybe I was just tired. My bed was calling my name right now. I heaved a sigh and fell back onto it, staring at the ceiling as I hoped and prayed I could get that woman off my mind.
Sweet Lord in heaven above, please have mercy. Because I sure as hell was going to the land of brimstone down below for the many thoughts that raced through my mind as I lay on top of my king-sized bed with a raging hard-on.
I should have known from the clothes she was wearing that her underwear would be just as ostentatious. Or maybe anything that was made of scraps of lace, like the little pink number she had on, would shock the ever-living daylights out of me. After all, the only woman I even saw in her underwear was Anna-Beth, and the matching white cotton items were practical more than anything else.
Now, I wasn’t taking anything away from her. Anna-Beth was a beautiful woman, on the outside at least. When she was mine, I fucking worshipped her. But her body was nothing like the woman who had appeared in my life tonight, thanks to a wrecked car. Could I envision her in plain underwear? No.
No, I couldn’t imagine Sienna in anything less than what she was in tonight. Actually, that was a lie. Imagining Sienna in less was driving me mad. My hard-on was proof of that..
She had a body with curves in all the right places. The raven-colored hair that fell to her waist would be perfect to wind around my fist and pull on while that red-painted mouth wrapped around my cock as she took me deep. Those ice-blue eyes could transport me to a whole new place. It would be like looking at the ocean from all the way on the plains of Texas.
Just thinking of the possibility caused my already raging hard-on to harden even more, making it almost painful. I kicked my boots off, peeling my socks off and dropping them beside me, before unbuckling my jeans and pushing them off. Hearing them land on the floor, I settled my hand beneath the waistband of my trunks and stroked. My ass clenched as I wrapped my fist around my rock-hard shaft and slowly pumped.
Then I thought of what was hiding beneath that pencil skirt and white button-up blouse. Sheer light pink lace that revealed itself completely, if for only a moment, when she pulled my oversized T-shirt over her head. And those sassy comments she made? They made me want to do indecently wicked things to her. So many wicked things.
Everything about her was sinful. I felt the corners of my mouth lifting in a smile as I matched that word with the woman, who was now in the room next door, and decided it fit her perfectly.
As the memory flashed before my eyes, I pumped faster. Twisting my hand as I got to the head, I felt the drop of pre-cum on my fingers. Pressing my thumb onto my crown spread my essence around before I settled into a rhythm of pumping. My breathing quickened as I got closer to my coming release.
Surprise overwhelmed me that thoughts of this woman had me busting a nut like a horny teenager. Increasing my pace even further, it only took another few strokes before spasms of my desire shot out and landed on my naked stomach. I continued to stroke myself while I rode out the final spasms of my orgasm. Only once I was wrung dry, did I release myself and settle my breathing.
With my feet flat to the mattress, I levered my ass off the bed and dragged my trunks down and over my ankles before wiping my stomach with the material. Getting up, I then headed to the basket I used as my dirty laundry hamper and dropped them inside, before continuing to the bathroom.
I needed to clean myself after that teenaged wash of emotions. Stepping into the glass enclosure, I turned the hot water on first before slowly turning on the cold. The iciness evaporated, thanks to the almost instantaneous hot water system I had installed only a few months back.
With my hands lathered with soap, I made sure to get every inch of skin. My mind drifted to the one who caused me to need this shower in the first place. Was she as affected by me as I seemed to be by her? Was she, too, naked and washing herself at this moment? Or perhaps she was outstretched on the bed, squeezing her nipples and pinching her clit. My flaccid cock twitched, letting me know how much it was onboard with the idea of those thoughts come to fruition.
Fuck. I was in deep shit.
For the first time in a long-ass time, I didn’t mind. I wouldn’t let myself get wrapped up in a woman. Never again would I fall for a pretty smile and a sinful, curvy body, even if it was just begging for my touch. Never again would I let someone get close enough to touch my heart and break it.
But what if I could avoid all that? What if it could just be some fun? Yeah. I was sure as shit up for that.
I had her under my roof, which meant I only had to walk down the hallway and knock on her door if I wanted to do anything about it. I’d be happy to show this city girl exactly what it was like to spend some quality time in a country boy’s arms.
Hey, who knew where things would end up, right? If she wound up falling for a cowboy, and never wanting to leave, then that would be more than all right with me.
Because the only one who would be getting anywhere close to her was me.