Page 20 of Knotting Hill
I groan and roll over.
“Fuck.” My cock is rock-hard. Not unusual, but I could really do with someone taking care of that for me—namely, an omega who smells like cherries and has tits I want to bury my head in between.
Hauling my naked arse out of bed, I stumble to the en-suite bathroom and turn on the shower. I’m so disgusting. I didn’teven have one this morning when Josh called his emergency meeting. I literally rolled out of bed and put last night’s clothes on.
Eurgh.
Even I’m repulsed by that. Storm probably thought I was a drunk hobo,ifshe even noticed me at all.
Stepping into the shower for a refreshing blast of hot water, the water cascades down my body like the waterfall from my dream. My thoughts linger on the dream and of her curves that I want to explore with my tongue and fingers. She has flitted through my dreams, causing a raging hard-on, but also a delicious distraction from the monotony of everyday life.
Monotony.
Since when?
Since she wasn’t in it.
What was the word JP used?
Dull, that was it.
Dull.
Life is dull without Storm in it.
I didn’t even speak to her, she didn’t even look at me, but that scent, her body, her fiery attitude, and JP’s unusual interest in getting her have riled me up, and I need to know more.
Desperate for a wank, but putting it off for now, I hurriedly get out of the shower and get dressed, more eager than ever to speak to JP. His room is on the next floor up, so as I climb the stairs, I can’t help but feel the anticipation in my gut as I think about the conversation that lies ahead.
I rap lightly on his door, hearing a muffled, “Come in.”
I shove the door open to see JP sitting on his bed, dressed in a really gaudy black t-shirt with a pair of cherries on the front.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter. “Where the fuck did you get that?”
He laughs. “Ah, well, now. Sit, and I’ll tell you about my day while you’ve been snoozing.”
He has a mischievous glint in his eye when he motions for me to take a seat, and I eagerly comply by sitting my arse down in his desk chair.
“Go on then. What did you get up to today?" I ask as he settles back down onto his bed.
“Tracked down one of Storm’s best friends, found out a couple of things about her and bought this ridiculous t-shirt that cost me thirty quid, but it was worth it. I’m just waiting an appropriate amount of time to DM Cassidy to suggest we all get together for drinks tomorrow.”
I narrow my eyes. “Cassidy? From the boutique up the road?”
“That’s the one.”
“How did you find that out?”
“Social media, my friend,” he replies, waggling his phone at me.
“Hmm.” I’m wildly jealous and pissed off that he went without me. What’s that all about?
“Hmm, what?”
“You didn’t think to bring me?”
“You were asleep. Besides, I didn’t see Storm.”
