Page 149 of So This Is War
“Jesus,” she whispers before she scoots off me, leaving my cock nearly poking past my briefs. She hops off the bed, walks over to her suitcase, and doesn’t even hide it as she takes her vibrator into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I stab my hand through my hair, pulling on the strands just as I hear her vibrator turn on.
And I don’t have to listen intently as she starts moaning because it echoes against the tiles.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she calls out. “Oh my God.”
Not a chance I’m going to withstand this, so I push my briefs down, grab the base of my cock, and start pumping, using my precum as lube.
“God, Levi,” she calls out. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
I bite on my bottom lip, my mind swirling, my body buzzing, the need for this woman so fucking strong. I squeeze tightly and pump hard, rocking my own goddamn world as Wylie gets off in the bathroom.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes, oh God, I’m coming,” she shouts. “I’m coming, fuck yes. Oh fuck!”
My brain goes dizzy, my legs go numb, and my balls tighten right before my orgasm shoots through my body, and I’m pumping my cock, coming all over my goddamn stomach.
I take a few seconds to catch my breath before I grab a tissue from the desk and wipe up my stomach...just as Wylie exits the bathroom.
She walks up to me, pats me on the chest, and says, “Relaxed now?”
Not even a fucking little.
I glancebehind me and spot Wylie talking with Jeremiah, one of the rookies. He sat across from her on the plane, and on occasion, she’s laughed at something he’s said. And let me tell you, Jeremiah is not that fucking funny. I’ve heard him tell a story before—it’s dragged out with barely a punchline. She’s doing this on purpose, and I can tell you right fucking now, I don’t like it.
I don’t like anything at all. I’m in the worst fucking mood as we head back to Vancouver after a long-ass away trip. Thankfully, we won tonight’s game, which means I can take a breather and collect myself, especially after last night. I’m still confused. Did both of us break? Technically, no. She dry-humped me for a few minutes, I grabbed her fucking spectacular breast, and then we both got off, separately.
And now, we haven’t really said anything to each other, other than pleasantries. I don’t think either of us knows where to go from here. But every time I hear her laugh, all I want is to take her somewhere and show her how into her I am.
“You look tense,” Pacey says as he takes a seat in front of me but turns around to face me.
Silas joins him. “Very tense.”
“Can we not do this?” I ask as I open my book of Washington state that I’ve somehow gotten into. Did you know that Washington has the largest ferry fleet in the United States? Found that fascinating. Also, it grows the most apples in theUnited States. I wonder if Eli knows that. It’s a fun fact he could text Penny.
“Not do what?” Eli asks.
Speak of the devil.
“Posey doesn’t want us bothering him apparently,” Silas says. “Even though he bothers us all the time.”
I study a picture of Mount Olympus. Just over seven thousand feet in elevation. Huh, seems like it would be taller than that.
“Posey isn’t talking to us?” I hear OC say as he comes up from behind. “What did we do wrong?”
“I think we’re annoying him,” Pacey says.
“Even though he annoys us,” Eli adds.
“Well, that doesn’t seem like a reason not to talk to us,” OC says. “We’re friends. We should communicate.”
“One would think, OC,” Pacey says. “But it seems as though there has been a lack of communication lately with our good friend Posey. As Eli pointed out, he’s very quick to flee the bus and get back to his hotel room.”
“And he hasn’t been hanging out with us as of late. The only time we see him is when we’re getting ready for games,” Silas points out.
“And there isn’t an ounce of interest in our personal lives when usually there is,” Eli continues.
OC leans in close and says, “And despite the write-up I did about Grace and me, I haven’t heard a response.”
