TRUST by Jana Aston

Author:Jana Aston [Aston, Jana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Boyd

This was a bad idea. This trip. This hotel room. The one bed. Bad, all bad. Sometime during the night her back ended up cuddled to my front, her ass lined up with my cock. Spooning. We’re fucking spooning.

The texture of her shirt is pressed against my bare chest and I know logically that waffle-weave cotton is the least sexy thing on the planet, but my dick hasn’t gotten the message. I’ve somehow managed to sling an arm around her as she slept and her legs are pressed against mine. Knowing they’re bare just past her tiny excuse for shorts is killing me. Then she shifts and her toes nudge my shin—and my balls get bluer than they already are. I woke up a few minutes ago with a hard-on that got progressively worse as I remembered where I was and who I was pressed up against. Her hair still manages to smell faintly like vanilla and strawberry even with the remnants of hair spray from yesterday. And it’s soft. I know this because I’m playing with the strands flung across my pillow. Like a pervert. Or a besotted asshole.

I hope I’ve read her right. I hope this plan I’ve contrived to get what I want works. Or I’m fucked. I detach myself from her and roll out of bed. She murmurs and her eyelids flutter before she rolls to her back and stretches. I need a shower, right now.

I stand under the hot water for what feels like an hour, my hand wrapped around my cock providing about as much satisfaction as fake-dating Chloe does. Don’t get me wrong, I jerk off and I enjoy it. But masturbation never compares with the real thing. Ever. It’s like the difference between watching the NFL on TV and being on the field. And my dick is more than ready to suit up and get in the game with Chloe.

I step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. I didn’t think about clothing on my way in, too preoccupied to think that far ahead.

“Finally!” Chloe says when the bathroom door opens. “Why were you in the shower for thirty-five minutes?” she asks as I round the corner to grab clean clothing from my suitcase. “I mean, there’s a water shortage in the Mountain States, Boyd…” She trails off when she realizes I’m naked save for the towel.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” I respond sardonically and step back into the bathroom to dress.

Chloe’s quiet when I return. She’s sitting in the middle of the bed, legs bent with her arms wrapped around them, staring at me. There’s entirely too much of her legs exposed for my liking so I tell her to take a shower because I’m not quite sure how to tell her to put on some goddamned pants without sounding like a dick.

By the time she emerges from the bathroom dressed, hair still wet and tousled, I’ve had room service delivered. “Sorry, they didn’t have donuts,” I tell her, indicating the food set up on the table.

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