Page 56 of Risk It All
It was too much inconvenience and pain when the alternative was so much easier.
“Even with casual, you deserve someone who puts you first and truly sees you. Someone who makes you feel safe,” Lily said. “Tattoos are an added bonus.” She wiggled her brows playfully.
Even though I didn’t say it out loud, I didn’t miss how easily I agreed that Leo truly saw me.
Jules fanned herself dramatically. “Those tattoos are something else.”
I took another sip of my drink, hoping to hide my smile. “Okay, enough about me, let’s start this movie.”
Lily nudged my side with her elbow, giving me a knowing look.
“This is anotherclassic,” Jules informed, grabbing the remote and pressing play.
I looked at both of my best friends, a warm appreciation expanding in my chest. I knew how lucky I was to have these two women in my life. To be able to confide in them. To laugh with them. And yes, things were changing. But tonight only further solidified that our friendship wasn’t going anywhere.
The one margarita I had relaxed me for the movie, but once I was back in my apartment, I was just as pent-up as I’d been during majority of the weekend.
Thankfully, that could easily be fixed with a little self-care.
After taking off my jacket and shoes, I went straight to my bedroom. I turned on the lamp on my nightstand and grabbed my vibrator, which never let me down.
Once my jeans were off, I lay down on cool, silky sheets. I pushed down my underwear and spread my legs, turning the vibrator on and teasing the silicone between my legs.
My breath hitched immediately, my body knowing damn well I needed this.
My eyes fluttered closed as the pressure slowly built. I turned the intensity up a click and added additional pressure.
All I could see were long, skillful fingers working expertly. Strong, tattooed arms flexing. A confident smirk. The mattress sinking under the weight of his body.
“Fuck,” I gasped, as if I could feel his fingers digging into my hips and his hot breath on my neck.
I moved my toy lower, slipping it inside with a moan. “Just…just like that.” I barely recognized my own voice. With one hand between my legs, I used the other to push my tank top down and tease my nipples, imagining calloused fingers pinching and tugging there instead.
I wasn’t one to think of previous partners during self-pleasure—until today, apparently.
I was close. So close.
I arched my back off the mattress. My release wasright there, and I was seconds away from moaning his name.
Within moments, it all came crashing down—just not in the way I’d hoped.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” I yelled as my vibrator gave out. My eyes flew open and immediately spotted the blinking red light. Fucking hell.
That was fine. I could finish with?—
A knock on the door had me gritting my teeth and letting out a frustrated sigh. Within seconds, the mood disappeared.
People rarely knocked on my door, so it got me wondering if someone in the building needed something. Some of the residents on the floor were older, and it wasn’t unusual for me to help them carry their groceries up the flight of stairs or check out something in their apartment.
I’d see who was at the door and then get back to what I was doing.
I slid on a pair of pajama shorts and grabbed a sweatshirt before making my way to the front door.
“Shit,” I hissed when I realized I was still holding my vibrator. I pulled open a random drawer in my entry table and stashed it there for now. I then quickly washed my hands in the kitchen.
At the sound of another knock, I called out, “I’m coming!” before muttering, “if only.” I pulled open the door, and while my answer wasn’t the most welcoming, it was the best I could do given my…frustrating circumstances. “What is it?”
“Is that how you greet all your neighbors?”
