both of those trains of thoughts live in the same head? Crazy, but they do.
I like seeing the curve of her tight ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her lacy panties, but at the same time, I hate that she doesn’t have an issue showing that very same fine ass to Jinx.
“What are you thinking?”
I blink at her, surely not hearing the hint of seduction in her voice. I’m obsessed with fucking her now. In part because Jinx has forbidden it, but mostly because I wanted her so bad last night and all of that pent-up sexual need is still barely staying under wraps.
“What are you thinking?” I counter, doing my best to keep my eyes on her face instead of the tips of her breasts straining against the fabric of her t-shirt. Are her tits bigger? They seem bigger. Somehow, they were even sweeter on my tongue last night than I remember them ever being before.
“Probably the same thing you’re thinking.” Her eyes drop to the front of my jeans, and I’m grateful I had enough forethought to get dressed after my shower rather than hanging out in my boxers like I do most mornings.
“And what exactly do you think that is?”
She’s playful this morning, more like herself before everything exploded in her life, and I’m loving it.
“I was hoping you could help me wash and condition my hair in the shower.”
I gulp, swallowing all the while wondering when this woman became so potent.
“Are you still hurting?”
She shakes her head, her pretty white teeth digging into her bottom lip. “It just feels better when you do it.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Correction—it’s the best fucking idea in the existence of ideas.
“Cool,” is her only response before she sets down her bottle of water and leaves me standing in the kitchen with another erection and a desperate need to murder my own best friend for the fucking rules he’s put in place.
Chapter 14
Simone
My morning shower went much differently than I thought it would, in that I had to take it alone even though it looked painful for Rocker to turn down the offer to join me. The man doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. He made me come last night, epically so, I might add, then refused to let me do the same for him. This morning he couldn’t keep his eyes off my tits and my bare legs, yet he still said no. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt more rejected in my life.
I’ve been hiding out in my room all morning, despite the fact that I can hear the two guys chatter from where I’m sitting on my bed. I don’t know what they’re saying, but I get the distinct feeling they were discussing me when I first walked into the kitchen this morning. I hate being talked about. I hate not knowing what’s going on and why Rocker didn’t take me up on my offer earlier.
If I’m honest with myself, I’m also extremely embarrassed. It’s not often I throw myself at a guy only to be turned down, especially a man who never wasted a second shoving his cock inside of me before.
Maybe it’s pregnancy brain. I read about it online, but I didn’t know a refusal to fuck would hit me so hard. I refuse to feel like a complete slut, even though there are parts of my brain telling me that Rocker turned me down because he may think it’s gross that I’m pregnant. I wonder if the test comes back determining him as the father if he’ll still keep his hands to himself?
Bored without a television in my room, I opt to play stupid games on my phone, but even Animal Crossing can’t hold my attention.
I don’t know how long I’m hiding from them before the knock comes to my door.
“Yeah?” I answer, but instead of the person on the other side asking a question through the barrier, the door swings open to reveal both guys standing there. Rocker looks the length of my body as if his eyes can’t help but roam down my bare legs.
“We need to talk,” Rocker says as he steps inside the room enough that Jinx can stand beside him.
“Okay.” I place my phone on the bed beside me and toss back as much attitude as I can muster. Believe me there’s plenty to go around with the way I’ve been feeling all morning.
I wouldn’t call myself sexually frustrated because I got off last