Page 68 of Uniquely in Love

Besides, she doesn’t want me like that.

Reid

How do you know? Did you ask the lass?

Dropping my phone on the bed, I rubbed at my temples. Did I ask Ellie? I let out a snort.No. I didn’t need to. She was the one who insisted that we couldn’t sleep together.

Though, that was before.

Before I’d seen her walk around my apartment in those tiny sleep shorts. Before I’d woken up each morning to findher in my kitchen, eating breakfast in her adorable teacher outfits. Before I’d started getting up even earlier so I could make her fresh coffee so I could have just a few minutes more with her each day. Before I’d bought her new ice skates and taken her to the rink because she told me she hadn’t skated since her accident.

And fuck if I didn’t know what to do with all of that.

Deciding I wouldn’t make any good decisions this evening, I shed my clothes on my bedroom floor, heading towards my large shower. I turned on the water, letting the cold spray wash over me. It was the shock to my system I needed to clear my head.

Except thoughts of Ellie crept in, and there was no denying myself. Not when I’d been half-hard all day, and just the thought of her smile had my cock weeping. Yes, I wanted that. Wanted her. I imagined what it would be like if she was in the shower with me now, her lips wrapped around my length as she sucked me down. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I braced my other hand against the wall.

“Fuuuck.” The vision was too good to hold back. Especially when she ran her fingers over her clit, touching herself as I slid in and out of her warm, wet mouth. I couldn’t help but think about the way she’d felt wrapped around me, the little noises she’d made when I made her come.

“Ellie,” I groaned, shutting my eyes as I fucked my fist harder. Goddamn, I was only seconds from exploding. I needed release, and badly. This was wrong—thinking about my ex, my roommate, myfriend—like this, but I couldn’t stop myself. Not when it felt so damn good. She was everywhere, invading my senses. When I came home from practice, she was on my couch. Her scent lingered everywhere, flowery and intoxicating, and I wanted to bury my face in it.

So close, and?—

“Oh.” A squeak came from outside the shower, and myhead whipped up, my hand still fisting my cock. My eyes connected with a pair of blue-gray ones.

Ellie.Fuck.Shit.I let out a grunt as I squeezed my dick.

“I’msosorry,” she said, her eyes wide. “I just came to ask a question, and the door was open, and—” Her cheeks were bright red as she stayed in the same spot, watching me.

She watched me with rapt attention, her tongue darting out over her lips as I fought to keep my cock under control. Her eyes flared with heat, and?—

“Ellie.” I let out another grunt, turning to face the wall so she couldn’t see the entire length of my body. “Please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for. Her to get out, or to come in?

Her face flamed even further. “Ohmygod. Right. Sorry. I’ll just—” She turned and hightailed it out of there, and I slammed my fist against the shower wall, pumping faster.

Something about her watching me, the way she looked so turned on herself, drove me to orgasm quickly.

And the only thought flashing through my mind was,I am so fucked.

TWENTY-THREE

Ellie

NOW

What had I been thinking?

I hadn’t. That was the only explanation why I’d stared at him like some sort of peeping tom, watching him moan my name as he jerked off in the shower.

Knowing that he was probably in there right now, finishing himself off, made my face flare with heat.

God,I hadn’t taken the time to admire his naked body before. Not properly, at least. But he wasmagnificent.Half of his body was turned to the wall, but I could see his fist pumping his cock, and I remembered what it felt like to have him thrusting inside of me. Watching him, knowing it wasmyname on his lips,mehe was thinking of…

All I wanted was to slide in there beside him. To run my hands up his muscles, feel his skin underneath my palms, his—“Ellie.” Owen came out into the living room wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt. The hint of a tattoo peeked out under his shirt as he moved, and I tried to remember if I’d seen it before.

My cheeks were still warm. “H-hi.”

He ran his hands through his still damp hair. “We should talk.”

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