name. It’s always her name on my lips when I find my release. I brace myself against the wall, resting my head on the tiles as my breathing tries to get back to normal. Still, my heart is racing, and I can’t seem to catch my breath as I think about getting my hands, mouth, and cock on her finally.
Once I can breathe once more, I quickly wash my hair before soaping up my body. Rinsing out my hair, I let the water run down my body to rinse the suds from me at the same time. Before getting out, I use conditioner in my hair. With it being longer, I’ve always used conditioner. I don’t want to sound like a pussy, but my hair has curl to it and is a mess if I don’t use it. As soon as I’m soap and conditioner free, I get out of the shower and dry off.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I quickly comb out my hair before walking into my bedroom. Tossing the towel aside, I yank the blankets back and climb in bed. I’m sexually frustrated even though I just got off. Knowing Gwen is in my house, our home, causes my cock to remain in a constant state of hardness. It’s always been that way for me. That’s why I’ve used the house bunnies and random women when I’ve been out on the road or out with the guys.
Even though I was with the house bunnies and other women, it was never enough for me. They were just a means to an end to take the edge off before I did something stupid as hell. I didn’t know how to deal with my desire for Gwen, and that’s why I tried to work it out of my sister with the other women. It never worked though. They were never enough because they weren’t her. My biggest fear is hurting Gwen unintentionally because I take her too hard. Or before she’s truly ready to take that step with me. I know myself good enough to realize, one taste of her is never going to be enough. I’ll be with her every single second she lets me.
Closing my eyes, I try to fall asleep. I should be able to after the day I’ve had. I had to run from one business to another one all day long trying to troubleshoot problems going on. Then I went to the clubhouse to have some time with Playboy and the other guys. Not much was going on because the kids were around. We keep things to a minimum when they’re around. They don’t need to see things before they should.
Then we had our workout. Yes, I’m worked up from it, but I haven’t had trouble falling asleep before now. Tonight, sleep is not going to come to me. Picking up the remote from my nightstand, I turn on the TV making sure the volume is extremely low, so it doesn’t disturb Gwen. I flip through until I find an action movie. It’s one I’ve seen a million times, so I don’t really have to pay attention to what’s going on.
I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but the ringing of my phone jolts me awake. I grab it off the nightstand and don’t bother checking to see who it is.
“’Lo,” I grumble into the phone.
“Need you at the clubhouse an hour ago. Butcher has some trouble goin’ down and needs help. Five of you ridin’ out in twenty minutes. Rich is on his way there. He’ll be there in less than ten,” Slim informs me, hanging up.
Setting my phone back down, I get out of bed and pull clothes out of my dresser. Once I’m dressed, I make sure my bandana is in place before making sure my to go bag is ready to go. Who knows how long I’ll be gone this time? Butcher has been there for us, so we’ll always be there for him.
Before leaving the house, I make my way into Gwen’s room. She’s covered from head to toe in the middle of the bed. Leaning down over her, I gently kiss her on the forehead. She stirs, opening her eyes and looking up at me as I pull back from her.
“I gotta go, Sparrow. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone this time. Rich will be here to watch over you. At night, I want you in my room so he can sleep in here. Take your