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“That makes no sense. If you want to stay, you should stay.”
“Not when you’re drunk, Casey. I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow, and if I’m here, you might.”
“I won’t.”
“Then tomorrow you can tell me.”
I pouted, but even as my body ached for him, I knew he was right. It was the alcohol that made me bold enough to say the things I’d said to him.
“Lock the door behind me. And drink some water before you go to bed. Maybe take some pain meds.”
I nodded. “I will. Reegan was a fool to let you go.”
He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Good night, Casey.”
“Good night, Landon.”
He kissed my forehead, and then he was gone.
12
Landon
I played her parting words in my head my entire drive home. Reegan was a fool to let you go. Except I was the one who finally said the words that ended things. I was the one who let her go.
I parked behind my shop and sat in the silence as my vehicle cooled, the engine popping softly. Ending things with Reegan never felt foolish to me. Not when I knew we weren’t meant to be together. She’d become a comfortable part of my life, a part I didn’t want to go without. But kissing Casey…
I’d never been so turned on by a simple kiss before. Not even when I was a kid and didn’t know what the words meant or what a kiss could lead to. Being around Casey was a whole new kind of experience. One I wanted to repeat as often as possible.
Our sleepy town was quiet as I made my way inside and up to my apartment. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, then headed for a cold shower. Casey’s favorite dick still had a big head after her declaration.
I tossed my clothes in the hamper and stepped into the shower, wincing at the cold water. I closed my eyes and ducked my head under the water, knowing I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep until I alleviated the pressure building. My brain was insistent on replaying the evening until the cold shower felt like a steam room.
I slapped the handle to warm the water and reached for my dick. One stroke and I was groaning. Another and I was bucking against my hand.
“Fuck.”
I stroked harder, faster, squeezing with every slam of my fist on my dick. My other hand hit the wall. Water pounded on my back, sliding down my chest and adding a slickness to my fist.
“Holy… fuck.”
I couldn’t stroke myself fast enough. Casey looking up at me with a collection of cocks in her lap, eyes sleepy. Casey telling me I have her favorite dick. Casey falling over my display and looking cute as shit with her pink cheeks. Casey walking into my shop dressed like a professional and rocking my damn world when she asked me for flirting lessons.
And that kiss.
“Yes. Fuck!” I came hard as I thought about our kiss. Her tongue peeking out to taste mine. Would she get her tongue involved when she sucked my dick? Would she use her hands? Would she moan with me?
I nearly collapsed as I imagined Casey on her knees in the shower with me. She had no idea what she did to me. How desirable she was. How fucking sexy she was.
I dragged in my breath and fought back the bone-deep need to sleep. After a few seconds, I turned off the shower and got out, knowing if I didn’t get to bed fast, my mind would drag her back to the front and I’d never get any sleep.
Five minutes later, I was in bed, naked, and wishing I wasn’t alone.
I didn’t hear anything from Casey for three days. I sent her a few texts, asking if she wanted to get together for lunch again, but she never replied.
I tried to rationalize with myself that she was busy, but I knew that wasn’t really what was going on. She was hiding from me.
Which begged the question why?
