Page 35 of Wild Thing
I stood there, stoney faced and cold, but on the inside I was utterly numb.
She’ll be back, I thought at the time.
But she never did come back.
It was heartbreak in the cruelest of ways. She hadn’t been gone for two days before I realized I’d made a massive mistake.
But my ego stopped me from reaching out to her.
I'd always regretted that. I should have tried harder.
Yet, Dylan leaving remains a turning point in my life that I can’t be mad at. It ended up being the catalyst that pushed me to knuckle down and work hard without distraction.
But now I found myself reunited with the best and worst kind of distraction: Dylan.
Sighing deeply, I stood up and ran both hands through my hair. It had taken everything I had to keep my hands off her tonight. She looked so fucking sexy.
I needed a release.
Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the rain shower, my thoughts entirely dominated by Dylan. I unbuttoned my jeans and tossed them out of the bathroom. Once the water was at a warm temperature, I stepped in and braced my hands on the wall, letting the water run over the back of my neck and down over my body.
I tried to process the fact that my dream girl was just a few floors down. God, she looked unbelievable in that short skirt showing off those tanned and toned legs.
My thoughts drifted to her leaning into me in the elevator the day before and the way her tiny waist felt in my hands, while her firm ass pressed into my crutch.
I had been horny since the second I saw her.
My cock swelled with the thought of her body and that loaded gun she wore as a smile. Closing my eyes and steadying my hand against the wall, I stroked myself with the other, letting my mind flood with the hottest memories of her.
I pictured her riding me, my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy, with her round, soft tits in my face, my mouth hungrily sucking on her hardened, pink nipples. I felt myself getting close, and pictured the way Dylan’s eyelids flutter and how her body trembles when she climaxes. I stroked faster before gripping my tip, finding my release with a deep groan. I came harder than usual.
I waited until my head stopped spinning and for my breathing to return to normal, before stepping out of the shower.
Drying off, I wondered if she was thinking about me.
Climbing into bed, I didn’t bother with sleep shorts, knowing sleep would find me fast.
My last thought of the day was about Dylan.
But that was nothing new.
Nine
DYLAN
Monday
In sharp contrast to the past few days, the sun was shining brightly and the air was warm. I'd woken early, my mind heavy with the memories of the night before.
Brax has a girlfriend. Of course, look at him, the bitch inside me screamed.
I hadn’t slept well. My mind had spun like a record, overloaded with thoughts of Brax and Zack.
Fucking men. God, they suck.
Clearly, I was going insane.
But if there was ever a day that I needed to leave the crazy at the door, it was this day. My mind needed to be completely functional for the meeting with Omega Developments.
