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“Your girl, huh?” He quirks a brow and takes a swig of his beer. “Isn’t she barely even texting you back?”
Oh, fuck.I realize this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about her like that.Mine.But, it’s not as scary as I would have expected. Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Doesn’t make her any less mine.”
“How so? She’s not even willing to give you the time of day.”
Leaning my hands on the counter, I hesitate before voicing what became clear to me when I got back to Philly. “I can’t stop thinking about her. There’s something magnetic about her, pulling me to her. I can’t quite explain it, but I know she’s it for me. It’s her or no one.”
With slightly raised eyebrows, he absentmindedly nods his head. “She must be something special."
“She is,” I say with a sigh, then I grab my plate from the microwave and sullenly sit next to him.
“Your girl, then,” he says, chuckling at my uncharacteristic moodiness. I glare at him,—just the idea of her with someone else gets me riled up again. Jace holds his hands up in a truce, but continues to rib me. “Dude, chill out. You’re the one who said she’s tiny and fine as hell.”
Letting my shoulders relax, I begin eating. “Yes, I did,” I mumble between bites of food.
“And?”
“Still fucking hot as hell. I was afraid she’d spot my semi. Like what the fuck, man? I can’t control my body's reaction to her. It’s worse than when I was a teenager! She’s already freaked out about getting involved with someone from work. I’ll drive her away for sure if I can’t get it under control.”
Standing, he tosses his beer in the bin, cackling. “Maybe rubbing one out before you see her will help. It worked back then.”
I wince at the taunt, already reliving the embarrassing moment. “Shoulda never told you that,” I say.
He moves to the fridge and grabs another beer. “Ehh. We were young.” Thumping me on the shoulder as he passes, he says, “You may need to rub one out now. Your shoulders are tense!”
“Fuck you!” I chuckle, taking my last bite.
“With your blue balls, you wouldn’t last long enough to get me off!” he chirps from the living room.
Needing to shake the irritation still simmering about thinking of Leena being with someone else, I linger over rinsing my plate and wiping the counter, being unnecessarily thorough. I follow him to the living room and sink down on his leather sofa, checking the score on the baseball game he’s watching. The Music City Troubadours lead Tampa four to two. “Good game?” I ask.
“Yep,” he replies before taking a swig of his beer.
Stifling a yawn, I hold my breath when the pitcher glances over his shoulder at a runner on second taking a lead off the base. Jace jumps to his feet and I lean forward as the pitcher fires off his throw at the same time the runner makes his move.
“Atta boys! That’s the way to make that stolen base not matter.” He turns to me smiling when the shortstop catches the hit and sends the ball to first base, getting the final out of the game.
Mirroring his smile, I appreciate the ease of falling back into our familiar camaraderie. I extend my fist to bump his and crow, “That runner wishes he could explode and make plays the way the Troubs’ rookie shortstop does.”
As he sprawls back out on the couch to tune back into the post-game commentary and interviews, my yawn finally escapes. “Well, I’m off to bed. Thanks again for letting me crash here until my rental is ready.”
“Stay as long as you need. I’ve missed you, bro.” Then with a mischievous tinkle in his eye, he teasingly says, “I think I’m going to enjoy having you around to give shit to.”
I knock my fist against his leg resting on the coffee table. “Uh huh. Night.”
Getting into bed, I stare at the blinking cursor in the message bar of my text thread with Leena. I didn’t end up sending my usual daily text since I had been hoping to see her in person. Which ended up making my day. Now, however, I’m fighting the temptation to use it as an excuse to text her. Knowing I’ll see her tomorrow quells the urge in my fingers to tap out a message. I’ll make sure of it, even if I have to make up an excuse to her and Connor to make it happen.
I also don’t want to scare her off by coming on too strong, and it seems when I get too comfortable around her, my dick thinks he’s in control. Like now. I rub my palm against my erection. I just may be jerking off each morning to help release the tension that has been building, threatening to explode.
Thankfully, when I returned to Philly to finish out my job there, finish packing, and make all the necessary moving arrangements, I was too busy to dwell on the pent-up frustrationthat steadily thrummed through my veins. Jerking off in the shower and coming embarrassingly fast to thoughts of Leena’s tight cunt took the edge off.
But now I fear how much more fucking horny I’ll be when I’m near her, especially since I’m unable to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.Make her mine.Because even with the small amount of relief jerking off has given me, I think blue balls will be my constant companion until I can claim her and her body the way I long to.
I’m going to need to lock my shit down because I don’t need an uncontrollable hard-on spooking my girl even more.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Leena
