Page 12 of Desolation
“Boys! Lana! Breakfast is on the counter. I’ve got to get to work now. I’ll see you tonight!” Beth’s loud declaration fills the house and I almost bang my head against the wall. She may as well have thrown an ice bucket over my head and boner.
It’s just wrong to hear the voice of the woman you consider your mom and then continue to try and rub one off after that.
Sighing dejectedly, I remove my hand from my dick and pick myself off the floor. I grab the first shirt and pair of shorts that touch my hand and don’t reek, and head to the bathroom. Throwing my clothes on the counter and turning the shower on, I strip my shorts and boxers off before I step into the shower—
And am instantly assaulted by what must be water directly from the fucking Arctic ocean.
“Ahhh! Fuck a duck! What the fuck!” I yell as I hop out of the shower before my balls shrivel up to the size of raisins. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around the family jewels to give the poor guys some warmth.
I sounded like a girl, whining.
Giggling sounds from the outside of the door and I groan.
Lana.
Sly, vindictive woman.
I’m never going to hear the end of this.
Hoping a little bit of groveling can procure some hot water, I swallow my pride and simultaneously place my balls in her purse. “Lana … I’m sorry for sneezing my bodily fluids onto your gorgeous face.”
Wait … fuck. Don’t do it, Ash. Don’t do it. Donotthink of your other body fluids on Lana’s face.
My dick hardens right back up.Here we go again.
Well, that was a waste of an unexpected cold shower.
“That was a shit apology, Ash, However, I’m feeling generous. Therefore, you may have your hot water back. You’re welcome,” she says, all high and mighty. “You owe me! Don’t forget it.”
Oh, thank God.I’d give the woman anything she wants at this point, if it meant getting the hot water back.
Note to self: do not sneeze on Lana again, even if it’s an accident.Lesson learned.
Steam begins to rise in the room. I sigh and step into the shower, enjoying the scalding heat against my skin.
I look back down at my poor, tortured friend.Let’s try this again.
Fisting my dick, I pump with slow motions, groaning, thinking about finishing on that beautiful face.
I am not about to walk around with blue balls all morning.
Zedd
Lana skips into the kitchen, a great, big, Cheshire cat grin on her face, basking in the glory of a successful prank and Ash’s panicked yell. A matching smile stretches my lips.
Early in the morning, she came into my room, still in those tantalizing sleep shorts and white camisole that left little to the imagination. She bounced on my bed like an excited puppy, rubbing her hands like a villain as she told me her plan. Personally, I thought we could have done without the demonic laughter at the end but Lana’s nothing, if not dramatic.
Since she’s never turned off the water heater before, and doesn’t even know where it is, she very nicely requested that I do her ‘dirty’ work for her. And why wouldn’t I? So I marched down to the basement, eager to obey, my mind on all the other kinds ofdirtywork I could do for her.
What can I say? I live to serve.
In the face of the joy radiating from her, my heart swells. I bet Ash wouldn’t be so pissy if he saw the look on her face right now.
She’s changed into faded jean shorts and a white t-shirt, prioritizing comfort over style. Her copper hair cascades down her back in soft waves, framing her delicate features. Without even trying, she would put Aphrodite to shame. Her beauty constantly leaves me speechless. Over sixteen years later and I’m still fumbling like an awkward preteen in the presence of a supermodel.
She throws me a cheeky smile and a conspiratorial wink over her shoulder, making me blush. But she’s too busy sipping her coffee and sighing in pleasure to notice.What I wouldn’t give to be the one to make her sigh that way…
Not that I would know the first thing about how to make that happen.
