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I don’t know how long I sit there, but the frozen bag of carrots are thawed and I try to stand up. When I do, the pain isn’t so bad, and I’m able to slowly walk to the bathroom to take a shower.

Under the hot spray of water, images of Aubrey’s flushed face and freshly kissed lips, plus remembering the taste of her mouth, has my imagination going into overdrive with what else her mouth could do.

I find myself stroking my hard cock, needing to jack off. Images of Aubrey on her knees, sucking me into her mouth as her blue eyes stare up at me, play in my mind. I watch my cock slide past her lips and feel her tongue swirl around my cock as she continues to suck me. I squeeze my cock harder, imagining hitting the back of her throat and hearing her gag. I feel my spine tingle and my balls tighten as I come. I’m still semi hard and not satisfied, and I know I won’t be until I have her, but that can never happen. Wes would kill me and I can’t afford to lose my best friend.

I clean up and get out of the shower. Once I’m semi dry, I lay on the bed, trying to get that kiss out of my mind, but I can’t. My body is full of need and she is the only woman I want.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I wake up to find it’s morning already. I apparently slept the day and night away. I hadn’t realized how tired I was. The exercises must have taken everything out of me, but then I remember the kiss with Aubrey and my cock jumps to attention.

I’m still in the towel from my shower yesterday. I look my knee over and the swelling seems to have gone down as well as the pain that I felt yesterday. So I get up and throw some sweatpants on, knowing I need to get in some exercises this morning and find a way to push yesterday’s kiss to the back of my mind.

I walk to the kitchen, make some coffee and an omelet, since I didn’t eat anything all day yesterday. My stomach growls letting me know it’s not happy with me.

I quickly eat my breakfast and drink my coffee, before making my way into the living room. I see my phone on the end table and realize I forgot to take it with me to the bedroom.

There are missed calls from Wes and a text from Aubrey. I look at the text.

Jaxon, I will be unable to come visit you, due to the amount of patients I have today. Make sure to do your exercises, but don’t over do it. I hope the knee is feeling better today. If you have any more issues, don’t hesitate to call me or go see the doctor. Aubrey

I see she sent this an hour ago and can’t help but wonder if she regrets what happened yesterday. Her text sounds so professional and I know that’s the right thing for both of us, but I feel like she is rejecting me.

I sigh, trying not to let the anger get to me. I start with the warm up exercises, before I move into the stage two exercises, but my heart isn’t in it and after one set of each, I stop.

My phone rings and I look at the caller id to see Wes’ name light up, but I can’t talk to him, not now. I place the phone on silent, and spend the day sitting in my chair.

CHAPTER 6

Aubrey

Ican’t get that kiss out of my mind. I made the choice to not go to Jaxon’s place today. I sent him a text like a coward, but I couldn’t face him. I didn’t lie when I told him I had a lot of patients, but I didn’t have my first patient until two pm this afternoon.

I had carved out time to be with him from ten to one, but I couldn’t go and hear how sorry he was about yesterday and how he didn’t mean it. I know if I saw regret on his face, I would be heartbroken.

I couldn’t sleep last night as I continued to feel his lips and remember the taste of him as our tongues battled each other. My body was needy last night and I knew if I went and saw him today, I would regret it.

My phone rings pulling me from my thoughts and I see Em is calling.

“Hey Em,” I answer.

“Brey, how are you doing?”

I sigh, unable to help it.

“I'll be right over,” she says before hanging up.

I walk to the kitchen and pull a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator, knowing we are both going to need a glass.

It isn't long after I pour the wine that she is knocking on my door.

I unlock it and allow her to come in as I hand her a glass and we walk to the living room to sit on the couch.

“Want to tell me what happened?” she asks.

I look at her quizzically.

“I noticed you were off yesterday when you came back from Jaxon’s. What happened?”

I say nothing and only sigh as I take a sip of my wine.

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