Page 146 of So This Is War
Because I want more.
I want her to make me lose control.
I want to get lost in her.
I want to straddle her and play.
Play with her chest.
Her mouth.
Between her legs.
Fuck, I want this so bad.
I want it so bad, that my legs quiver, my cock swells, and I lose control.
I let out a deep breath, ready to take what I want just as I feel her slip out of the bed.
Nooooo . . .
With one arm, she covers her breasts as my cock pulses under the sheets. She stares down at me and says, “I’m warm now. Thank you,Mr. Posey.” And then she grabs her tank top from the ground and goes back to her cot.
My cock is throbbing with the need of release. . .while failure consumes me.
How did that not break her?
Because it sure as fuck broke me.
“You’reeager to get back to your hotel room,” Eli says as I jam my finger against the floor number.
“I’m not eager,” I say even though I’m really fucking eager.
After a horrid loss tonight against a team we should have easily beat, everyone is pretty much on edge. Including myself.
I went to bed last night in so much fucking pain from no release that I woke up this morning hard as a goddamn stone. Thankfully, Wylie wasn’t awake yet, so I nearly sprinted to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stroked myself for a measly twenty fucking seconds before coming all over the shower tile.
Yeah, twenty seconds.
Fucking pathetic.
And my mind was so fucked from the night before that I felt like my head wasn’t in the game today. Although, none of us played well so thank fuck it wasn’t only me. And now that the game is over, I have one thing on my mind—breaking Wylie so we can end this fucking torture.
A smart person might say, hey, why don’t you just break it yourself. End your own misery, but that would mean that she would win.Losing is not an option. Not when we’ve come this far.
No fucking way.
“You seem very eager,” Eli says. “You sprinted off the bus.”
“Sprinting is a bit of an exaggeration. And if I was sprinting, how the hell did we end up sharing an elevator?”
“Because I was sprinting too.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re really fucking annoying, you realize that?”
“You’re calling me annoying? You’re the most annoying person I know. The most annoying person the entire team knows.”
“I beg to differ. You all obviously don’t know how to look in the mirror.”
