Touch by Touch (Riggins Brothers #4) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,23
just to make sure there isn’t anything that I need. “No. I’m good. Thanks, Dad.”
“All right, we’ll see you tomorrow, son. Oh, and, Conrad?”
“Yeah?”
“Let it happen.”
“You feeling okay?” I ask him. He’s acting weird.
“Fine as frog hair. See you soon.”
“Drive safe.”
“Always.”
Ending the call, I toss my phone on the bed and hear the bathroom door open. At least my family distracted me from the fact that Aspen was wet and naked. My cock twitches, ready to go at just the thought of her. “Not going to happen,” I mumble turning away from the window. Grabbing some clothes, I rush down the hall to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. As soon as I step into the bathroom, I’m surrounded by her smell. She’s everywhere, and my cock takes notice. After turning the water on, I strip down and make sure the door is locked. Stepping under the spray, I close my eyes and think about last night. About holding her mostly naked, wet body next to me. The fear I felt when I thought something might be wrong, and the way I felt empty when I had to let her go.
I can’t stop thinking about her, and I need relief. Seeing her naked two days in a row is more than what any man can handle. Feeling her body pressed to mine both of those times, well, the memory of that is what has me reaching for my cock. Bracing one arm on the shower wall, I close my eyes and bow my head as the memories of my time with Aspen these last two days filter through my mind.
I stroke from root to tip, hard and fast. My spine stiffens, and my body is tight, and I pump faster. Within minutes I’m exploding into the shower, and although the orgasm gave me some relief, I still want her, and my cock knows the difference between my hand and Aspen. With a heavy sigh, which I’m not sure is relief or disappointment, I wash and turn off the water.
Fifteen minutes later, the smell of bacon and eggs leads me to the kitchen. “Morning,” I greet Aspen. She’s wearing black tights or leggings or whatever they're called, and an old sweatshirt. After closer inspection, I see it’s mine. She must have taken it from my closet. “That looks familiar,” I say, pulling at the hood as I pass her to grab a cup of coffee. Once I have my cup poured, I lean back against the counter, crossing my legs at the ankles so I can get a better look at her.
“Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “I was freezing, and it looked so warm.”
“I don’t mind.” She has no idea what it does to me to see her in my clothes. Girls in college would steal my clothes all the time. They’d wear them to a party to try to get a reaction out of me and nothing. I felt nothing. Maybe less if it was one of my favorites, but nothing like this. I have an overwhelming need to beat on my chest and scream to the world she’s mine. Right after I kiss the hell out of her, that is.
“Hungry?” She holds up a plate filled with bacon, eggs, and toast.
“Thank you.” I take the plate and sit on one of the stools at the island. She tops off her cup of coffee and joins me.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” she asks before taking a bite of eggs.
You and me in bed all day. “More of the same. The snow finally stopped, so hopefully, they will get up here to the roads.”
“They won’t be here until around dinner time tomorrow. I talked to Aurora this morning,” she explains.
“Yeah, I talked to Dad and Grant, and they said the same thing. Hopefully, the road is good to go by then.”
“If not, we have a plan. Well, Grant has a plan.” I go on to explain hiring a private company to clear the road to the cabin.
“I have no doubt he will do whatever needs to be done to marry my sister. He’s one of the good ones.”
I nod. She’s right, he is. All of my brothers are. I’d like to think that I can include myself in that assessment as well. However, I’ve never really cared if a woman thought I was one of the good ones. Not until now, and I’m not sure why I do. I just know I want her to think that about me.