Page 9 of This Time Around

Shit, Ana was right. There is something brewing between us.

“So, what do you think about the book so far?” he asks in a sultry tone.

“I love it. Amber Marlowe is one of my favorite authors. She builds tension like no other author I’ve read.”

“Yeah, there is a lot of build, up happening. Lots of pent-up energy.” He coughs a fake cough in his hand and keeps walking.

Damn it. Ana’s going to eat this up.

Luke

Tonight with Blake tested my restraint when it comes to her, and I faltered more than once. As I walk into my room, a vision of her flashes in my mind, and I’m done for

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I lazily rub my hand over my raging hard-on. Blake is hot as sin with her red glossy lips, creating pictures which now live rent free in my mind. She was stuffing cheeseburgers in her mouth like a champion eater. Her lips bulged out just enough around her food, making me wonder what they would look like bulging out around my cock, or hanging open in a moan.

I sit in the chair by my window and pick up ‘Evermore’, but put it back down after a few pages.

It has been way too long since I had a woman in my bed. Noel and I went at least the last year of our marriage without sex, so continuing to read this goddamn book right now, as they start fucking like rabbits, is more than I can take.

Chasing my release, I grab some lotion and head to my bed. I’ve gotten pretty good at single play, so it won’t take long. I glide my hand up and down my length, and just as the pressure builds and intensifies, I picture Blake standing in front of me, her hips swaying as she plays with her nipples. That’s all it takes and I’m groaning loudly, spilling my release all over my stomach.

After I clean myself up, I grab my phone and shoot off a text to Blake. Probably not the best choice after unloading my release to visions of her, but what can I say, I’m a masochist.

Me: What the hell, Blake? You said this book had a touch of romance. Fucking like rabbits in explicit detail is not a touch of romance.

The bubbles pop up and disappear a few times before she finally responds.

Blake: Yeah… we must be at the same part. I had to stop on the way home from the bookstore to buy a new battery, operated boyfriend. Her books make me feral.

“Christ,” I groan loudly. I’m fucking hard again in an instant, picturing Blake with a vibrator sliding across her clit, and now wondering what she sounds like when she comes. This was a bad idea, but no matter how hard I try to stop myself, I fall deeper into her clutches, not a rational thought in my head.

Me: Yeah, well, I just rubbed one out before I texted you. I’m not getting enough action to satiate this need for sex right now, so it’s going to be really hard to finish this book.

Just as I hit send, regret instantly takes over. What am I doing? I shouldn’t be telling her this. Just as I’m about to apologize, another text comes through.

Blake: Damn, that’s hot!

Are we sexting? What is happening?

Me: Sure, but it feels desperate. I can’t wait until I see you in person so I can give you a piece of my mind.

Blake: I’m looking forward to it. See you next week.

Fuck, now I’m hard again.

Visions of her go through my mind like pictures in a slideshow, flashing for only a moment before they disappear. Until a memory of her back at my parents’ house on Christmas morning settles in, only this one plays out in my mind like a movie.

I went to bed late and woke up early, not something I ever do.

“I’m going to go get some coffee, you want some?” I whispered to Noel as I placed a soft kiss on her temple.

She yawned, “No, I’ll go to Starbucks and get one in a little bit. I could use a shot of espresso.”

“Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll go with you to get one.”

I’d go on my own and grab it for her, but trying to decode where she is in her rotating order of lattes is impossible, and we were already on the verge of a fight. I could feel it, no sense in igniting the fire over coffee.

I threw on my t-shirt and headed downstairs. When I walked into the kitchen, Blake was sitting at the counter sipping her coffee, reading a book.