I’d started last week at Harper’s. This had to stop, or I was going to drive myself crazy.
I brought the elliptical to a stop and watched Travis walk to the bench press. There was another guy who was alone, and it looked like Travis was offering to spot for the stranger.
The stranger nodded, and Travis held up a finger. He pulled his tank top over his head and used it to wipe his face.
With his attention on his new workout companion, I took the time to admire him. When I’d told him last night that he was magnetic, I hadn’t been joking. It was like something just pulled me to him. My attention, my desire, everything. He was just so…beautiful.
I watched sweat run down his chest and remembered that I had touched him there.
Now that I was no longer beating myself up, I was letting myself recall everything I could about my “dream.” He’d felt so good under my fingers, and I couldn’t believe that I’d actually had my hand on his junk. Despite what Harper had said about him probably making a woman do all the work, I wouldn’t care as long as he stuck that big cock in me. I would ride that thing—
Stop, stop, stop.
I was only making my situation worse. Now, not only was I sad he didn’t want me, but I was horny, too.
Although…horny I could take care of. And it was a much more fun emotion than being sad about unrequited love or unrequited lust. Whatever it was that I felt for Travis.
I pulled my earbuds from my ears and stepped off my machine even though I’d only done twenty minutes. I needed to get upstairs before Travis finished working out. I didn’t want to come up with a good excuse about why I had to keep the door to our rooms closed.
I’m sorry, Trav, but I need to masturbate while I think of you fucking me. I’ll be done in five minutes. Later.
Even though I would be way too embarrassed to ever say that to him, I laughed at the expression I imagined on his face.
“Hey, I’m going to head upstairs,” I told Travis as I walked by.
“Hold up, man,” he said to his new friend and turned to me. “Are you sure? Did you need me to spot you or something?”
I could tell he was worried that I thought he’d ditched me or something.
“No, no, you’re fine. I wasn’t even going to work out today. So, I’m already ahead of myself even though I didn’t do it long.” I smiled, so he would know that I wasn’t upset.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” I waved him off. “Stay. Don’t worry about me.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in about a half hour. Maybe forty-five minutes.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I repeated over my shoulder, already halfway to the door.
I rushed upstairs to my room. The first thing I did was close my adjoining door, but it wouldn’t close all the way.
Damn it. That would explain why it hadn’t closed when I shut it last night.
I wasn’t going to take a chance on leaving my door open, so I shut Travis’s door. I couldn’t lock it, but with his shut and mine almost shut, I should be good. Plus, I still had twenty-five minutes. As the person who knew my body the best, it wouldn’t take me that long.
I dug around in my suitcase for my travel vibrator, Tripp. Yes, I had a vibrator that I used strictly for traveling. After forgetting it a couple of times, I’d decided to buy a copy of my favorite battery-operated boyfriend, so I would never forget it, and I would never have to worry about grabbing the charger from my nightstand.
I pulled the shades closed and turned off all the lights, giving the room a nice, soothing atmosphere. I could only see a small amount of sunlight seeping through the slight crack between the shades and the walls.
Since I needed to take a shower after sweating from the gym, I stripped off my sweaty clothes, so I could head to the bathroom once I finished pleasuring myself.
Normally, I just lay down on my bed and went to town, but since someone could walk in, like a maid who didn’t know how to knock, I got under my covers.
I turned Tripp on but soon realized that my room was too silent. I needed music.
I got up and grabbed my phone. In retrospect, I should have pulled out my headphones and just set it on