Page 38 of Defiant
She did not wait a single moment before asking, “You’ll what?”
“I’m hanging up now.” A muscle in my forehead twitched, and I fought the urge to say anything else. There was a whole lot I could’ve included, trust me.
“Wait,” she said. “Before you go…I think we need to meet up this weekend.”
That caught me off-guard. We needed to meet up and discuss the job or meet up and carry on this blasted conversation? Either way…fuck, either way, I was down. “Just let me know when and where.”
“I’ll meet you down the road from the house,” she said. “Sunday at two?” She pointedly did not reveal where we’d be going, and I felt my heart beating a bit too fast in my chest.
“Fine.” I said nothing more, hanging up before she could say anything else to rile me up further. I nearly threw my phone onto the coffee table, groaning to myself when I was finally left alone, no longer hearing her velvety voice in my ear, nor the sounds of water moving around and igniting inappropriate thoughts in my head.
Still, that did leave the hardness between my legs.
I could ignore it, and eventually it would dissipate, but a low ache would be in its place. It was better to just do it now, get rid of it. Stop myself from further thinking of it.
It took every ounce of strength in me to get up and move to the bathroom. A while later I found what I was looking for, and when I did, I was in the shower with the bottle of lotion soon after. With the water pelting my back, I then did something I was not proud of, but it was something I had to do.
I squirted some of the lotion onto my palm and brought my hand to my cock. My scars, my mistakes, everything in my past suddenly ceased to matter the moment I began to drag my hand along my length, gripping myself hard. Pleasure and relief immediately shot through me; I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this, like some stupid pre-teen boy who’d just felt up his first boob.
I felt ridiculous, but I couldn’t change the way my body felt. I could scold myself until time itself ended, or I could just temporarily give in, take care of it, and then move on.
At least until Sunday, when I’d see her again.
Fuck.
My eyelids slammed shut, and as I fisted myself, I let my mind imagine something I probably shouldn’t have: Jaz, naked and alone in that bath. I imagined what she’d look like, her slender figure, her tanned skin, the curve of her hips. I let my mind roam, imagining being there with her, watching her in the bath, all suds and soft moans.
Oh, I bet the sounds she made were spectacular—not that I’d ever hear them outside of my imagination.
My hips began to move along with my fist, my balls tightening as I started to thrust against myself. Forgetting what was right and what was wrong, it was actually pretty easy. Not something I should pride myself about, I knew, but right now, I couldn’t help it. I was weak. I’d been annoyed and worried at myself with what I’d done for Dante Storm, and then, like a switch, Jaz had stormed into my Friday night and made everything about her in the worst of ways.
Or was it the best of ways? I couldn’t say.
I didn’t really give a shit.
The rhythm I had picked up, my hand dragging along my cock faster now, harder. If I had her before me, I’d be pounding away at her almost violently, rough and quick thrusts, filling her up in one smooth motion after another.
The thought of her, red-faced and gasping for breath under me was enough to send me tumbling over the edge that I teetered on. I came with a vengeance, my balls releasing as hot pleasure seared through me in a wave of bliss I could not fight, nor did I want to. My hand worked my length with erratic pumps as I emptied myself onto the wall above the shower spicket, hot, white cum dribbling down the tub surround.
A ragged breath left me, my body tense, even after the orgasm came and went. I did not release my grip on my dick immediately, instead taking my time to do it. My eyes were slow to open, and I heaved out a sigh as I let go of myself and leaned on the wall, staring at the cum dripping down the off-white surround.
Shit. This was only the first step of many in the wrong direction, I knew. This was the turning point, the tipping point. Nothing after tonight would be normal. Nothing would stay the same. How the fuck was I supposed to meet with Jaz on Sunday and not remember the eager way I’d jerked myself off after speaking with her on the phone?
It would be impossible, obviously.
There would be no way I could look into her warm, chocolatey eyes and not remember how I’d imagined her pussy taking me in. It was wrong, but my thoughts were what they were.
Fuck. I was so fucked it wasn’t funny. Jaz had somehow wormed her way under my skin, into my thoughts. This was merely the first time I’d given in. Every other time I’d managed to hold myself back, to remind myself that she was young, too young, and that I did not need that kind of complication in my life.
Look at me now, standing in the shower with a semi-erect dick, staring at my own cum on the tub surround.
They said the mighty fell just like everyone else. I was never mighty, so I wasn’t sure where the hell that left me.
Chapter Eleven – Jaz
Okay. That whole thing last night with Jacob…I knew I crossed the line. A bit. Yeah, yeah, talking to him while in the tub, saying the things I did—of course it would lead to him thinking certain things. Hell, I was thinking those same things. Jacob was cute, even if he was the grumpiest of all grumps. I wasn’t blind.
I didn’t think he’d call me immediately when I emailed him my number, though. I thought maybe he’d text me, ask if something was wrong. Him calling to ask that question had come out of the blue.
