Page 10 of Hot Blooded

“I-I’m sorry,” he says, slamming his way quickly back out the door. I groan and pull my fingers free, quickly washing up and then getting out of the shower stall, praying that he has no idea what I was just doing and why I screamed his name. Maybe he’ll just think I was answering him.

Drying off quickly, I run a towel over my long hair and attempt to squeeze some of the water out of it. I step into my clothes and then grab the hairdryer and dry my hair.

As soon as I’m done with that, I put my hands on the counter and stare in the mirror. I don’t want to go out there because Tom would have to be totally blind to not know what I was doing.

I can only hope that he thinks I screamed his name because he was hollering for me instead of I was picturing his big hands running over my body, his cock slipping inside my sopping wet folds as he slammed into me over and over, fucking me with a focused intensity so strong that it feels like just the two of us in the whole wide world. All alone in the swirling winds of lust and desire and love.

Straightening, I take a deep breath and open the door. My eyes search the room but it’s empty.

He’s gone! What the hell?

TOM

Istride quickly out of the room and down the hallway, needing some air.

That image is going to burned into my brain for the rest of my life. An everlasting loop that’s the only thing I’m ever going to need in my spank bank. Just that fucking image of her with her little fingers buried in her juicy slit, her eyes dark emerald green with desire, her body trembling and flushed pink and glistening with droplets of water trailing down her luscious curves. Oh my god! She was a damn goddess!

And she screamed my name as she came. She was thinking about me when her little fingers were thrusting inside her tight, wet body. When she was fantasizing about being fucked, she was thinking about me.

My mind is reeling with this new information. She wants me. She has to or she wouldn’t be using me to get off.

I want her. She wants me.

This is bad. We’re stuck in one of the most sinful cities in the world. We’re tied to each other legally. And we want each other.

How the hell am I going to resist her perfect, young body bursting with all my favorite curves when she wants me too?

I head down to the bar and sit down, knocking on the polished wood. The bartender pops up and I smile at him. “Yeah. Could I get a scotch and soda?” He nods and I close my eyes, sighing.

Right now I know that I’m fucked. I’ve never been good at staying away from temptation and Reva is like all my temptations rolled into one. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to resist that woman if she wants me too. The only reason I’ve lasted this long is because I knew she was too young for me and there’s no way that she was interested.

But she is. And now I’m in a quandary. A serious one. I could have the woman of my dreams for one night. Or I could have her for a lifetime.

But if I do that…will I lose Hank as my best friend? Probably. I know if I was in his shoes and I had my best friend break my trust like that…I’d never be able to move past it. And I’m a forgiving guy. Mostly. Hank can be kind of an asshole since he lost his wife. The only thing he has left, according to him, is his daughter.

And I want to fuck her. Want to bury my aching dick inside of her sweet, wet heat and fuck her until neither one of us can walk.

I take the glass of scotch and take a big sip, feeling the burn all the way down to my belly. I’m fucked. Either way I go. Either I let the woman I love go and never have a woman, because there’s no way that I’ll be with another woman when I’m desperately in love with Reva.

And what if she finds another man? I won’t be able to handle that. I will tear the town apart and drink myself into a fucking early grave if that happens. If I don’t steal her away before that.

The only other option is to take what I have a shot at. The woman I love more than anything in this world. And give up my best friend. Great options. Lose Hank, who is my family. Or lose the only woman I’ll ever love.

Like I said…fucked.

I sit down on the barstool and sip at the drink, knocking on the bar, asking for another one of the same.

I’ll just sit here for another minute or so and hope that the image burned into me disappears and my hard-on goes down enough that I can fucking walk back up to that room and take Reva by the hand and…

“Tom.”

I close my eyes as her husky voice skitters over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Gimme a minute, Reva,” I say sharply, throwing my head back and taking the alcohol like a shot of medicine. I open my lips and feel that burn settling in my belly, warming up all those cold places that I’ve had locked away.

“Tom, I’m sorry.” Her hand settles on my shoulder and I suck in a harsh breath, feeling my skin heat and sizzle where her hand lies. I open my eyes and stare into the mirror over the bar. I see her lush, young body and that beautiful face behind me, her strawberry blond hair wild around her head, like a fiery halo.

Like an angel.