the wheel for over a year. If it had stayed in the coma-like state it had been in since my last disaster of a relationship I wouldn’t have been perving on Gabe.
Stupid vagina.
Chapter 9
I was going to get a goddamn callus if I fucked my fist one more time.
Over the last three days, this was what my life had come to.
Wake up, jerk off thinking about Evette. Take Evette to the office, work all day, come back to the safehouse with Evette. Eat dinner with Evette. Watch TV with Evette. Go to bed without Evette. Fist my cock thinking about all the things I wanted to do to Evette.
Rinse. Repeat.
Cooper was involved in some of that, though definitely not the times when I had my cock in hand.
Three fucking days.
So why would this morning in the shower be any different?
I’d woken up with my cock hard and aching from another dream starring the beautiful Ms. London. The worst part was in my dream Evette wasn’t riding my cock, she wasn’t bent over with her perfect heart-shaped ass on display, her mouth wasn’t latched onto my hard cock giving me a blowjob. No, in my dream she was fully clothed, holding my hand, staring at me intently while we talked.
Talked.
What in the fuck?
Since when did I hold hands and talk?
And the subject matter of our dream discussion should’ve deflated my hard-on faster than a pair of sweaty balls in my face. Yet there I was standing in the shower, one hand braced on the tile, the other wrapped around my stiffy as I pumped away.
If this continued any longer I was going to have to become ambidextrous and start using my left hand.
What kind of loser jerks off fantasizing about a woman’s smile?
The rush of my orgasm told me I was that loser.
“Fuck.”
My head lulled forward, scalding water pounded on my back, and half-assed pleasure dribbled from my cock. That was the problem with jerking off twice a day, the relief was momentary and the money shot was seriously lacking. If there had been an actual woman in the shower with me I would’ve been horrified at my uninspired finish.
An actual woman? What I meant was if Evette had been in the shower with me my orgasm would’ve been brilliant. That was, after I’d given her a good fucking against the wall and heard her scream my name.
Alas, Evette wasn’t in the shower. I was all goddamn alone.
“Someone pissed in his Wheaties.”
Cooper’s charming comment was aimed my way as soon as I entered the kitchen.
If there was one good thing about staying at the safehouse it was getting to know Cooper.
I couldn’t say we’d pulled out the whiskey and swapped stories but we had spent a lot of time together. I hadn’t needed to read his file to know Cooper had been good at his job. Zane wouldn’t have hired him otherwise. He was the only man at Z Corps who didn’t have military experience but that didn’t mean he didn’t have tactical knowledge. However, there was a lot a file can’t tell you. Information you could only gain from getting to know someone. And I was pleased to find that Cooper was scary smart, intuitive, and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. He also had a sense of humor and fit in with the team seamlessly.
The more time I was around the guy the less I saw his brother in him. There were similarities but Cooper and Jaxon were very different.
“I haven’t said a word,” I noted and walked into the kitchen. “Where’s Evette?”
“Anaya called. She went into the bedroom to talk to her.”
Shit. I knew the call was coming. We’d given Evette a secure phone yesterday just for this purpose after Kyle had checked in and told us he’d explained the situation to his very angry wife.
I debated going into Evette’s room. I wanted to be with her when she talked to her friend. Evette made it no secret she felt guilty about possibly putting Anaya, Kalee, and Piper in danger. For the last three days, we’d combed over everything she’d dug up and gone over the emails she was sent. What she’d considered threatening were more like warnings to steer clear. None of them had been overly aggressive. It was strange but the emails were almost like breadcrumbs despite their cautious tone.
Tex, Ace, and Phantom all agreed the pictures were all over a year old, nothing recent to suggest any of the women were being followed. And it