words I won’t be able to take back. “Well then, why are we still on this stupid mountain when there are loads of other things we could be doing?”
Dean quirks a brow and returns my smile, dazzling me with his handsomeness as he slides his hand up under my shirt, and teases my lower back. “I want to be clear here. Does this mean we’re officially fuck buddies?”
“Yes,” I reply with a crisp nod and move off his lap, glancing at his groin as he leans forward to cover himself.
“With no strings?” he adds pointedly while gazing at me.
“No strings.” I prop my hands on my hips and hit him with a look. “This is just a small addendum to our business transaction.”
“Not everything is business, Norah.” He chuckles softly and stands, holding his jacket in front of him. “And there’s nothing small about what’s happening inside my shorts.”
I bite my lip and smile. “We both know what we want and don’t want, which is a relationship, so we can totally handle this fake sexing arrangement.”
Dean shakes his head. “You’re really trying to make that a thing, aren’t you?”
I agree proudly. “Friends with benefits and fuck buddies are so overused. Fake sexing…it has originality to it. Pizazz,” I add, dancing my fingers between us.
“Like a croinut,” he offers with a wink that makes my smile grow.
“Maybe even better than a croinut.”
You know that feeling when you have a boner all afternoon and you have to tuck it up into the waistband of your bike shorts to hide it from the world?
No?
I didn’t either…until Norah and I reached the bottom of the mountain…and ran into my fucking friends.
Devastation, travesty. Pain!
Horrible, awful, indescribable pain is what my body suffers the entire happy hour nonsense we are forced to sit through with Kate and everyone else. They all look totally chill like they’re on vacation without a care in the world.
I, on the other hand, have a very big care in the world: my fucking lap rocket that won’t go down.
It must be the damsel in distress look Norah currently rocks that makes all the blood rush to my cock because I can’t stop staring at her as she visits with the girls. Her cheeks are pink from being out in the sun, and her blond hair is frizzy as it sticks out from under her Boston bandana. I love her assortment of grunge rock headwear. It’s a sexy contrast to her angelic features, and it’s completely original. Norah could be a generic cute little blond I’d hit on at any given bar, but she’s more than that. She wears giant, unflattering baker’s shirts and classic rock bandanas. She’s rarely aware of what’s going on in a room because she’s usually in her head analyzing something. And when she’s not analyzing something, her thoughts are laser-focused on her work and her to-do list.
I’m going to have a blast forcing her to let go these next couple of weeks.
The sun is beginning to set by the time we leave the mountain, and I sense the nerves in Norah’s body language. She’s like a coiled spring preparing to snap, and I want to be there when she finally releases all that pent-up tension.
By the time we reach the house, I can barely keep my hands off her. We’re moving down the hallway straight for our bedroom when Kate’s voice calls out behind us.
“Norah, come outside! We have ladies here to do manis and pedis.”
Norah’s eyes widen as she turns and glances at my situation. “I kind of need to shower,” she replies weakly over my shoulder.
“Shower after,” Kate yells back. “Come on.”
She offers me a sympathetic shrug. “I do need my toes done.”
I groan and fall against the hallway wall. “You’re fucking killing me, boss.”
She smiles coyly. “Just think of it as foreplay.”
“Isn’t that what we did last night?”
“Nah, that was just good ole masturbation.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me on the cheek before whispering, “This will make tonight that much more fun.”
She takes off to meet the girls, and I make my way into our en suite to take an ice-cold shower and try not to think about how much better this would be if Norah was with me. I stare at my strained cock that doesn’t want to limp away and offer it a quick apology.
Fucking hell, what is with me? The suspense of tonight has me hornier than a teenager who’s discovered Pornhub for the first time, which makes