The Play Mate (Roommates, #2)

But what I actually said was, “Nah. Just been a long week. Ready to get out and get the weekend started.”

We slowed in unison in front of the elevators and both reached for the Down button at the same time. Our fingers brushed, and she jerked back like I’d burned her.

“Sorry,” she squeaked. “Go ahead.”

I punched the arrow and then shot her another quick look. I should have resisted the urge, because what I saw only made my struggles that much worse. All week long, I’d been caught up in my own misery. On the occasions I hadn’t been able to avoid seeing her face-to-face, Evie had seemed like she’d gotten past what had happened between us in Paris. But now, watching as a flush stained her cheeks and her pupils dilated, I wasn’t so sure.

It was one thing for me to manage my own desire. It hadn’t been easy, but I was getting by, albeit pathetically.

Now, though? Seeing that look on her face and realizing that, just maybe, she still wanted me too? Hard didn’t even come close to describing it.

My cock took on a life of its own. Swelling and thickening in my pants like an entity entirely separate from my body.

We both stood stock-still as we waited for what felt like a year until the elevator dinged. When the doors finally opened, I waved her in, catching a glimpse of hard nipples poking against that cashmere sweater. My throat went dry as I stepped in beside her, making sure to keep a solid two feet between us.

The second the door closed, the tension grew even thicker.

People fucked in elevators all the time. Not just in porn or in movies, but in real life too. In my mind, Evie took one big step forward, smashed her hand over that red Stop button, and then walked right up to me. She crushed her lithe body against mine, covered my cock with her hand, and said, “Take me, Smith. Fuck me until I scream.”

In real life, though, none of that happened. We stood there with only our combined labored breaths filling the tiny space until finally, the torture box stopped moving.

God damn it, this is frustrating.

When the doors slid open, we both practically dived out of the elevator and mumbled quick good-byes. It wasn’t until an hour later, behind closed doors and the safety of my apartment, that I finally got some relief from the agony she was putting me through.From NôvelDrama.Org.

I stood in the shower, water rolling off me as I gritted my teeth, my cock in hand. I could have blown in two strokes, I was so hard and wanting. Instead, I drew it out, imagining Evie was in the stall with me. On her knees, droplets of water shimmering on her naked flesh as she sucked me. That long honey-colored hair wet beneath my hands as I used it to work her over my shaft. Slow and easy at first, then long and deep. Until the head of my cock butted against the back of her throat.

My dream Evie didn’t pull away. She pulled me closer, murmuring encouragement, taking me deeper. She rose up higher on her knees, and her slick, wet breasts grazed my thighs as she bobbed rhythmically up and down.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned.

I was coming. I could feel the hot liquid pooling in my balls, making them achy and heavy. One more firm stroke, and then it was over. I jerked, my legs quaking as every nerve ending came to life in a rush. Hot cum jetted out onto the dripping tiles, painting them glossy white as I sucked in a shuddering breath.

I braced myself against the wall as I came down, slowly returning to the cold reality of the situation.

I was alone in my shower, and while that had been an oh-so-necessary release, it didn’t even put a dent into the perverse thoughts I was still having about Evie. It had been nothing more than a bodily function, like eating or sleeping. My dick knew what it wanted, and it was already perking back to life as images of her floated back into my mind.

“God damn it,” I muttered, shoving away from the wall in frustration.

I washed up and hosed off the tile before stepping out of the shower, filled with a restless energy I couldn’t control. If I didn’t get a handle on this, it wasn’t just my own comfort and sanity at stake. Soon enough, Cullen was going to get his head out of his ass long enough to see what was right in front of him. There had to be a way for Evie and me to act normal in front of him, and I needed to figure out how to do that, and fast.

I was just shoving my legs into a pair of gym pants to go for a run when my cell phone chirped to life.

Pam: Hey, bro. Dinner tomorrow, turkey and all the fixings. Five o’clock. Be there or be square. And don’t mention Winnie’s missing tooth. She’s feeling sensitive about it.

In spite of my black mood, the text from my older sister made me grin, and I tapped out a quick reply.

Smith: I’ll be there. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to mention the kid’s tooth.

I set the phone down as I slid on my sneakers and laced up.

Maybe I’d been going about this whole Evie thing all wrong. Maybe instead of being alone like some sort of hermit, I needed to get out and be around people I cared about. Once old Uncle Smith played tea party and was ridden like a pony for a few hours, surely he’d stop thinking about Evie.

That decided, I set out for my run. I wouldn’t come back until my legs shook with fatigue. Then I’d get a good night’s sleep and head out to the mall to buy some toys for my niece and nephews, and leave all thoughts of Evie Reed deep down the drain of my shower stall, where they belonged.