lift my shirt so my cum splatters my skin and not my clothes.
Then, I pull wet wipes out of my console. Regan opened it last week and found my stash of wet wipes and lube. She called it my Pussy Preparedness Kit and told me to throw some condoms in there.
I let her think what she wanted. But really, it was more like my Kal Gives Me a Constant Hard On kit. And I didn’t need condoms because fucking is never going to happen.
Feeling satisfied and a little less tense, I push my door open and nearly have a fucking heart attack when it hits something that lets out a yelp of pain and a very familiar “Fudge!”
I look up and find Kal doubled over next to my door.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” It’s harsher than I meant it to be, and she glares at me.
“I could ask you the very same thing.” She steps back and her face is wrought with surprise and dismay.
“I saw you walk into the building.”
“I forgot something.”
We speak at the same time and stare at each other. And I can see the heat in her eyes and right away I know.
“You watched me?” I ask.
Her dark eyes widen, but she doesn't look away.
“Yes.” She swallows hard.
“Did you like it?” I ask her.
“Remi,” she admonishes sharply, but I don’t miss the way she shifts her stance. She liked it.
“I want to hear you say it.” I ask again.
She nods and sucks her fat lower lip into her mouth.
I want to suck it, too.
“You know you could have gotten in and watched up close. You could have helped if you wanted.”
I circle her wrists and hold her hands in front of my face.
“They’re a little small, they wouldn’t fit all the way ’round.”
She draws in a big gulp of air and takes a step closer to me.
“Really?” she whispers her eyes flit down to my pants.
“I would have covered your hands with mine. We could have done it together.”
I let go of her wrists and slide my hands up so that we’re palm to palm.
Skin to skin.
It’s not nearly enough.
I’m this close to crossing a line I shouldn’t. But, when it comes to Kal, I can’t seem to help myself.
“Remi… we shouldn’t.” Her voice is husky and her fingers flex a little against mine.
“Yeah, probably not,” I agree, but I see the reflection of my own disappointment flash in her eyes and it emboldens me.
I know I should stand down. Even if it feels like it, we aren’t a good idea.
But she’s so tempting. And when it comes to her, I can’t seem to get a grip on my control.
I link our fingers and bring her hand to my lips for a kiss. She inhales sharply and looks up at me through the inky fringe of her lashes.
Her gaze lingers longingly on my mouth and I smile.
“Oh, Kal. We have a dilemma.” I drawl.
“Really? Then why do you sound amused? A dilemma isn’t generally a good thing.” The corners of her mouth turn up in a small smile.
“It’s a very good thing… because even though you don’t want to be, and I absolutely shouldn’t be, we’re interested in each other.”
“Well, that’s the perfect recipe for an unhappy ending, if I ever heard one.”
But she doesn’t pull away and she doesn’t deny it.
So, I press my advantage.
“I’m more of an optimist than that. Let me take you out on Saturday.”
She pulls her hand away. “I can’t. I have plans on Saturday. And, honestly, I’m just getting settled and there’s your… mom. I think we should stick to just friends. That way, we don’t make things more complicated than they already are. You’re going away to school, right? So… let’s just have a nice summer.” She squeezes my hand like she’s trying not to let me down too hard.
I don’t want her to feel pressure to date me. I’m not that type of guy.
Girl says no, that’s it. Even if I want her more than you want your next three meals.
I wink at her. “Well, at least now you have a visual to go with all of your dirty thoughts about me.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes and then does the last thing I expect; she starts to laugh. “The only place I have dirty thoughts about you is in your ego drenched dreams.”
If only she knew what drenched my dreams, she might turn and run.
“Ouch.” I clutch my chest in mock pain. The