Page 11 of Desolation
Achoo!I sigh at the immediate relief.
“What the fuck!” a loud feminine voice screeches next to me as my source of warmth writhes.
I jump at the noise, my hands flying to cover my ears. Good lord, that was a piercing sound! I didn’t know we were homing a banshee!Wait…
My eyes fly open to take in my surroundings.White furniture, cream comforter, white, fuzzy pillows. A sense of doom overtakes me.
Why the fuck am I in Lana’s bedroom? I should not have a fucking raging hard-on in Lana’s room.
Morning wood is such a fickle bitch.
The memories of last night filter through my sleep-addled brain and a chorus offuck’sandfuck the guysstarts sounding off in my brain. I’m probably the worst of our group at talking about feelings and the fuckers still voted for me to tackle this last night. How fucking embarrassing.
Maybe they were hoping she would take pity on me as I stuttered to get the words out. But instead of fucking halting and faltering, my mouth spouted out the worst case of verbal diarrhea.
At least all of my—no,our—feelings for this beautiful woman are finally out in the open.
I give myself a mental pat on the back for how well I ended up doing last night. Well, besides the part where she cried because of me. I wince at the memory of hurting her, however briefly.
“Ash, did you just sneeze on my fucking face?!”
Oh fuck, Lana’s the banshee.
My dick’s tenting my shorts. How the fuck am I supposed to handle this situation? She’s not supposed to see this yet! We need to ease into the emotional side first … I think. I don’t know how this shit works!
“Uhhh … I’m sorry?” I say, unsure. “Your hair must have tickled my nose.”What a sad attempt at an apology that was, even to my ears.
A light vibration shakes the bed. I peek over my shoulder to see Lana laughing silently and feel the corners of my lips lift as the sight.She is so damn beautiful.
As I watch, her silent laughter turns into full-on belly laughter and she goes from looking like an angel to looking like a screaming hyena—a cute one, though—as she clutches her stomach. Tears stream down her face.
Her adorable laughter aside, why the fuck is she laughing?How did her mood change so quickly?Is she on her period?I can’t very well stare at her groin with x-ray vision to see if her uterus is weeping. My face shifts into what I’m sure looks like a perfect expression of constipation as I try to figure her out.
Fuck me. Women are so confusing.
Then it fucking hits me.Stupid!This is my opportunity to escape! I’ve done my part. The guys can do the rest. I’m sure she already has enough questions to cover every inch of the four walls of her bedroom.
No fucking way am I dealing with that shit alone. Or at all.
It’s my turn to throw them to the wolf— or hyena— now.
Avoiding eye contact with the deranged predator, I throw the comforter off my legs and make a beeline for the door. Just as my feet skim the threshold and sweet, sweet victory stares at me in the face, her laughter halts altogether.
“Where are you going, Ashy?” she says in a sickeningly sweet voice that’s doing bad things for my hard-on.
Not today, Satan. I’m not falling for that.
I can practically hear the wheels in her head turning, stowing a plan to screw me over with, under her sleeve. I know Lana and her payback for sneezing on her? Not something I want to be here for.
Without turning around—isn’t there a rule to not turn your back on your enemy? Desperate times—I slowly inch my way to the door. “Gotta take a piss. See you downstairs for breakfast!”
I hightail it to my room and shut the door behind me, slamming my back against the wooden door in relief. I sink down the hard surface until my ass hits the ground. My heart hasn’t stopped racing. I let my head hang down and take in a deep breath when the guest of honor waves at me from beneath my shorts, begging for attention.
Well, hello there, dick. No, I haven’t forgotten that you want some attention from her. Don’t worry, we’ll get through this together, buddy.I resist the urge to pat my dick in a comforting motion.
Fuck me, I’m as deranged as she is.
I put my hand underneath the waistband of my shorts and fist myself tightly. Using my precum as lubricant and my dreams about Lana naked in my bed as inspiration, I rub once and groan. God, what I want to do to her body. I want to hear her moan my name as I—
