Page 25 of Starcrossed Colorado

“You’re wrong about that,” I said to my empty bedroom, blocking the number. I was nothing if not stubborn. Switching my phone to Do Not Disturb, I tossed it angrily onto my dresser.

Was I just pissed off about an unwanted text?

Or was I actually disappointed that Emma hadn’t written?

I blamed Callum. He’d put ridiculous ideas into my head, no matter how much I’d tried to push them away.

Fine, I was attracted to the woman. But there was zero chance of me hooking up with her. There would be no summer fling. All those reasons I’d listed earlier still applied.

Unfortunately, I was all worked up and restless as I slid under the covers. My brain wouldn’t be quiet. And that wasn’t the only part of me demanding attention.

I was hard.

How long had it been since I’d jerked off? Three days? Four?

Groaning, I rolled over and faced the ceiling. Orgasms were a basic physical need. Usually I took care of it in the shower. I’d been preoccupied lately. Stressed.

But right now, the apartment was quiet. I didn’t have to be anywhere. Nobody needed me.

I slid my hand into my boxer briefs. My fist closed around my shaft. A moan rumbled from my chest, surprisingly loud in the silence. Whoops.

Quickly, I kicked off my covers and jumped up to lock my bedroom door. If Maisie woke up and needed something, she would knock.

On my way back to the bed, I stripped off my briefs altogether and lay on my back in the middle of the mattress. I’d managed to keep one hand on my aching cock the entire time. I slowly slid my fist up to the thick tip.

Mmm, yes. This was exactly what I needed.

I bent my knees. Shivers spread across my body as my breaths came fast and shallow. My fist worked down to the base of my cock, squeezing, then sliding up again. Nice and tight. Just how I liked it.

I tipped my head back, eyes drifting closed.

Against the backdrop of my mind, I saw lustrous, dark hair. Plush lips on a shot glass. Long fingers plucking the strings of a guitar. Then those same long, delicate fingers pushing my hand away from my cock to take over.

She would stroke my shaft. A little hesitant. Nowhere near enough.

Fumbling for my nightstand, I found the lube I kept at the back of the drawer and poured the glistening liquid over my cock.

“Nngh,” I moaned, speeding up the pace. My fantasy kept unfolding. That same gorgeous woman bending over me to take my cock into the velvety warmth of her mouth. I snapped my hips, imagining I was pushing into her mouth instead of my fist.

“Emma,” I gasped.

My release splashed onto my stomach in hot pulses. Waves of pleasure wiped my mind clean for a few perfect seconds. I lay there panting as I came down from the high.

So…yeah. That had just happened.

But it didn’t mean anything. I didn’t need any new complications in my life.

There would be no summer fling between me and Emma Jennings.

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Emma

I woketo a loud rumbling sound. And then a heavy weight crashing down on top of me. I was terrified for a split second until I realized what was going on.

A thunderstorm. And Stella had leaped up into bed with me.

“Come here, you big scaredy-cat.” I yawned. “There’s barely room for me in this twin, much less you. We’ll have to cuddle.” Luckily, Stella had never refused a cuddle in her life.

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