Page 4 of Drive Me Crazy
She hesitated. Her eyes snapped to mine and she scrunched her eyebrows together in disapproval and then widened as they dropped to the tent in my pants. She gulped, and her sweet nipples pointed through the thin white shirt. Was she embarrassed that she’d made me hard? What the hell had she expected? She watched me move to the door, but she didn’t follow me. From the darkness of the hallway, I could hear her fake a moan and then the hum of a vibrator. Andrew’s voice was the last fucking thing I heard before I slammed the bedroom door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Naomi
Icame hardfor Andrew. I’d nevernotfaked an orgasm on camera, but this one came with no effort and shattered me. Every muscle quivered from the tremors that had wracked through my body.
Grady.
It was the only variable I’d changed. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of having someone in the room that had primed me or if it was who had been in the room. I’d pictured him still watching me while I’d shouted out for Andrew.
I showered, letting the water soothe my nerves and wipe away the layers of Princess Peach, while I considered my next move. Tonight hadn’t proven anything to Grady. I was sure of that. He’d walked out because he thought I was childish, immature, a whore. I thought I’d come to terms with what other people thought, but his approval still meant something to me. I’d had a crush on him since I was sixteen, and even knowing he only saw me as the annoying obligation Nathan had left him, I still cared what he thought.
Lathering up and rinsing quickly, I was out of the shower in record time and dressed in a light cotton dress with my wet hair loose around my shoulders. I was at the front door, my hand on the doorknob, with the intention of meeting up with friends for a late drink, before I saw him.
“Oh, my God you scared me. Have you been here the entire time?” I asked, holding a hand over my rapidly beating heart.
He sat in the dark, the expression on his face unreadable.
“We made a deal,” he said roughly. “You never said I had to stay in the room.”
I opened my mouth to refute, but he stood and the look in his eyes made my mouth go dry.
“You’re still hard.” The words tumbled out before I could stop my internal dialogue.
He laughed gruffly. “Trust me, I’m painfully aware.”
I’m sure the surprise was written all over my face. “My live stream ended an hour ago.”
His eyes were a dare.
“I just thought…” My words trailed off.
“You thought that I could listen to your little moans and screaming orgasm without getting hard?” He shook his head. “I’m only a man, sweetheart.”
Maybe it was naïve to think he would have been able to watch without getting hard. Or that in the time I’d finished he would have had time to relax. I got that regardless of who I was, there were things he couldn’t control even if he wanted to. Still, I felt a new sense of confidence knowing I had been able to turn him on.
“What did you think?”
“What did I think? What kind of question is that?”
I rolled my eyes. “I get that you don’t see me the way the guys online do but give me your honest opinion. Without your high moral condescension,” I added before he could tell me one more time that being a cam girl wasn’t a real job.
“You’re sexy and smart. You kept it fun and entertaining. I can tell you spent a lot of time preparing.”
I started to smile.
“But Naomi, no matter how fucking gorgeous you are or how hard my cock gets, you’re not going to convince me that this is what you should be doing with your life.”
He thinks I’m gorgeous?
“I can help you find a job. I have tomorrow off. I’ll swing by in the afternoon, and we can check all the local spots.”
“I have a job. This is my job. I’m good at it, and I don’t mean the fucking part. I’m good at organizing and scheduling and it makes me feel good to make connections with people. What’s the big damn deal?” I was practically shouting when I stopped and met his dark, hooded gaze.
He stepped forward until I could feel the length of his erection against my lower stomach. I gasped and he smirked.
“The big damn deal is that I don’t like the idea of dudes getting it off behind a computer screen while you flaunt your body as if it’s nothing. You’re a Lamborghini acting like a Camaro.”
