Page 56 of Unrivaled Love
He swallows and nods. I could admit it all now. I could tell him I also had a little menty b and ended up tickle fighting a teammate. But the truth is, I've had a chance to reflect, and I'm embarrassed. How can I admit I snapped? How can I show him my weakness? I keep it together. Always have, always will. It’s easier, there’s less resistance, if I keep everything inside. Bryson is testing the lock on my emotions.
"You couldn't have stopped at your apartment for a bag?" He asks.
"No, I just hit the road."
Bryson leans forward and ducks his head so he catches my eyes.
"Jo, are you safe? Is there someone, I dunno, like stalking you or an issue with a coach or something?"
His words come out short like he's putting in effort to keep his tone even. The fire in his eyes tells me he’d take it upon himself to right the situation if there was one. My heart flutters because Bryson is ready to avenge my enemies.
"No, it's nothing like that. It was a petty disagreement with a teammate."
"Okay," Bryson says and he leans back. I watch his chest rise and fall with his breath. He rubs his hands on the tops of his thighs.
"One last question and then we can go to bed."
"Yeah?"
"What do you sleep in if those are your only clothes?"
I close my eyes and silently chuckle. After our kiss earlier, and with the way Bryson is looking at me now, I'm not sure I should admit it. But sappy emotions are uncomfortable and harmless flirting is easier, so I’m going to stoke the fire.
"Nothing."
Chapter 17
Bryson
Naked and Afraid
Inodlikeabobble head as the realization that Jo sleeps naked at night sinks in. The memory of her naked coming out of the hot tub last night flashes through my mind. It was just 24 hours ago that I got to see her boobs.
"Alright then, goodnight." I chirp because I need to get out of here. The emotional connection was doing things to my heart and my head and now I've got an image of naked Jo to contend with.
It's nice to be able to walk into the house and not have to bob and weave over and under yarn. I make a mental note to ask our mothers how much I owe for the lamp, the light, and the yarn. Hopefully they don’t ask for an explanation.
I flick the switch for the light and then laugh at myself, I forgot the power is out. There's just enough ambient light coming through the windows to see where I'm going.
I pace the bathroom as I brush my teeth. It was just this morning I woke with the desire to absolutely ruin Jo’s day. And, I glance out the bathroom window to the driveway, I might have.
But it also feels like we bonded. She opened up and so did I. Did I say too much? Did I scare her off? She technically can’t leave the house but she would have walked away if she didn’t want to talk to me.
And, honestly, I'm done pretending she hasn’t shocked me back to life.
I rinse out my mouth and turn to look at the bed. I don't feel tired but I had to put space between us. Opening up about my feelings had me all mushy and vulnerable.
Then she said she sleeps naked.
I was toast.
I was a breath away from launching myself at her and kissing her again.
The memory of her mouth on mine blends with the vision of her naked body wet from the hot tub and my dick thickens.
Maybe this will help me relax.
I pull off my shirt and toss it aside before pulling my cock out of my shorts. Lazy strokes get me started as I sit on the edge of the bed. I close my eyes and breathe through the memory of Jo in my arms. A hard and fast release is my M.O.. I grip it and rip it. Tonight, I find my fist slowing down. I cup my testicles and give my stone hard dick a break from my hand.
