Page 45 of Take A Number
“Like a croinut,” he offers with a wink that makes my smile grow.
“Maybe even better than a croinut.”
You know that feeling when you have a boner all afternoon and you have to tuck it up into the waistband of your bike shorts to hide it from the world?
No?
I didn’t either…until Norah and I reached the bottom of the mountain…and ran into my fucking friends.
Devastation, travesty. Pain!
Horrible, awful, indescribable pain is what my body suffers the entire happy hour nonsense we are forced to sit through with Kate and everyone else. They all look totally chill like they’re on vacation without a care in the world.
I, on the other hand, have a very big care in the world: my fucking lap rocket that won’t go down.
It must be the damsel in distress look Norah currently rocks that makes all the blood rush to my cock because I can’t stop staring at her as she visits with the girls. Her cheeks are pink from being out in the sun, and her blond hair is frizzy as it sticks out from under her Boston bandana. I love her assortment of grunge rock headwear. It’s a sexy contrast to her angelic features, and it’s completely original. Norah could be a generic cute little blond I’d hit on at any given bar, but she’s more than that. She wears giant, unflattering baker’s shirts and classic rock bandanas. She’s rarely aware of what’s going on in a room because she’s usually in her head analyzing something. And when she’s not analyzing something, her thoughts are laser-focused on her work and her to-do list.
I’m going to have a blast forcing her to let go these next couple of weeks.
The sun is beginning to set by the time we leave the mountain, and I sense the nerves in Norah’s body language. She’s like a coiled spring preparing to snap, and I want to be there when she finally releases all that pent-up tension.
By the time we reach the house, I can barely keep my hands off her. We’re moving down the hallway straight for our bedroom when Kate’s voice calls out behind us.
“Norah, come outside! We have ladies here to do manis and pedis.”
Norah’s eyes widen as she turns and glances at my situation. “I kind of need to shower,” she replies weakly over my shoulder.
“Shower after,” Kate yells back. “Come on.”
She offers me a sympathetic shrug. “I do need my toes done.”
I groan and fall against the hallway wall. “You’re fucking killing me, boss.”
She smiles coyly. “Just think of it as foreplay.”
“Isn’t that what we did last night?”
“Nah, that was just good ole masturbation.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me on the cheek before whispering, “This will make tonight that much more fun.”
She takes off to meet the girls, and I make my way into our en suite to take an ice-cold shower and try not to think about how much better this would be if Norah was with me. I stare at my strained cock that doesn’t want to limp away and offer it a quick apology.
Fucking hell, what is with me? The suspense of tonight has me hornier than a teenager who’s discovered Pornhub for the first time, which makes no sense because I’ve had a lot of sex. I’ve fucked plenty of women. Why does Norah have me so keyed up?
Maybe Kate and Lynsey were right, and those girls I was picking up at the bars bored me. I certainly never popped boners in public for any of them.
Or maybe the stakes are higher because I dropped a crazy truth bomb on her at that mountainside brewery, and that’s so unlike me. Talking about my parents is not something I do. Ever. Kate and Lynsey don’t even know as much as Norah does.
My parents are a subject I avoid because the relationship I have with them is strained at best. My dad moved to Denver for work years ago and is with a new woman every six months, and my mom still asks me constantly who my dad is seeing. It’s exhausting. One would have thought a divorce would make it possible for them to move on, but they both seem stuck in an endless loop of dysfunction.
Yet another reason I never want to get serious with anyone. Getting serious means you’re permanently fucked in the head. And who wants that baggage? Honestly, my situation with Norah is a win-win. I get to have repeat sex with someone I genuinely like, and we both get to go our separate ways when this is over. It’s the perfect situation for me.
I finish showering and dress for what Kate referred to as “game night” tonight. I have no clue what the hell game night will be, but knowing Kate, it won’t be fucking Monopoly.
Oh my poor, poor ass,I cry to myself as I slowly walk down the hallway to join everyone. The pain wasn’t bad when I got my pedicure. It wasn’t horrible when I took my shower. But when I started to apply my makeup and put on my burgundy sweater dress and thigh-high, nude suede boots, my ass felt like it had been the victim of a wicked tumble down some stairs.
I find everyone in the large living room. A wood fire is crackling, and a giant charcuterie spread, complete with champagne, is on the coffee table. Dean smiles as I approach, gesturing for me to sit beside him on the couch. He is seriously hot in his jeans and dark green shirt, but my attention is distracted when I have to sit beside him…on mypoor, poor ass.
Gritting my teeth, I gently lower myself next to him, and he instantly wraps his arm around me, drenching me in his spicy cologne. “You look gorgeous, sugar butt.”
