Page 77 of The Fantasy League
Sixty seconds. That was it.
It was well past midnight when I moseyed over to my desk and opened my laptop to type out a quick resignation letter. After double-checking that I wrote “effective immediately,” I pressed send and closed my laptop before crawling back underneath my covers.
It was over.
Abel and I were over.
And what I hated most was knowing that we never got the chance to try.
It was a special kind of hell to mourn something that never was.
TWENTY-ONE
ABEL
I woke to an odd scene.
Somehow during the night, I’d twisted and turned out of my sweatpants… which meant I laycompletely nakedwith my cock out for anyone to walk in on.
Thankfully, Janet was the only other person in the house this morning and she once told me she’d rather “never walk again” than go upstairs.
She was pushing eighty though, so I couldn’t exactly blame her.
The only thing worse than waking up unexpectedly naked was waking up unexpectedly naked with a raging hard-on pressed against my stomach.
Suffice it to say, I think I missed Scarlett.
Fuck, it’d been less than twenty-four hours since I’d last seen her and twice already—well, three times if you counted my current predicament—I found myself jacking off while drawing from the memory of devouring her sweet cunt and how eager she’d been to suck me off before I denied her.
I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head of her clit pulsing against my tongue while she shuddered around my fingers.
Fuck, I could hardly wait to get back to Miami so I could drown my cock in her pussy until kingdom fucking come. I’d even looked into earlier flights last night, thinking of cutting my trip short.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to will my cock down, but it wouldn’t budge. Just thinking about Scarlett made a bead of arousal slip from my tip.
Fisting my cock in my right hand, I gave in and began stroking up and down slowly. I picked up my pace, imagining it was Scarlett gripping around me instead of my hand.
Thinking about how she’d probably taunt my tip before sinking all the way down onto me. I wondered whether she liked it deep and hard or fast and rough. My bets were on deep and hard. The thought made a low groan escape me. Fuck, I was seconds away from coming.
Fuck fuck fuck.
With a final thrust into my hand, my cock expelled ropes of cum all over my stomach and the blanket that lay half on top of me.
Jesus fuck, I’d never blown a load that big before.
Bad news was that I was going to have to buy a new throw blanket for the bed before my trip ended.Andcome up with an alternate story as to why I had to buy a new one.
This might’ve been my room at the beach house, but if anyone would notice a new blanket… it would be Aera. She handpicked everything in this house, after all.
Coffee stain. Yup, that’s what I’d tell her. That I was drinking my morning coffee in bed and spilled it on the blanket. That was believable, right?
Fuck if I didn’t feel like a teenager again, lying to my mom about why she could no longer wash my socks. Absolutely no mother in the world would be foolish enough to believe that their sonwas the only one who would wash his socks because “They smell bad. Like really fucking bad, Mom.”
Speaking of smells, freshly cooked bacon filled my nostrils from where Janet was cooking downstairs. Normally, I’d be ecstatic about waking up to a smell like that, but my chest ached knowing Scarlett wouldn’t be the one that I found in the kitchen once I walked down the stairs.
I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone on the nightstand to call her, but came up short.Where the fuck did I leave my phone?I hadn’t seen it since last night.
Last night, I was so exhausted from playing ball with some of the guys from the shoot that after my quick dinner with Aera and Tye, I came home and immediately passed out on the couch.
