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Oh.
I am an idiot for not recognizing right away…
Back home in Arenhammer, I share a house with two women. When I hear the buzzing late at night through the paper-thin walls, I pop in my earbuds and tune it out.
This I cannot tune out.
The thought of Jo giving relief to herself behind a closed door with me sleeping on the other side has my body fully awake.
I feel intrusive, listening to her do this.
And jealous.
But I’m no voyeur.
I recline on the sofa on my side, covering one ear with a pillow.
The poor woman is trying so hard to keep quiet, and I so wish I could march in there and whisper filthy things in her ear, letting her make as much noise as she wishes.
This blocks out the noise but does nothing to quell the images in my head.
Frustrated, I shift onto my back, angrily tossing the pillow to the floor, and take myself in my hand.
I close my eyes and roughly pump myself, matching the cadence of my gorgeous girl’s moans. I bite my bottom lip so hard I could draw blood, and I do not care. Jo’s moans rise in pitch, reaching my ear like a siren song. Restraining myself from going to her is taking every ounce of my ever-weakening willpower.
She climaxes with a muted cry that pierces my soul. I come on one more forceful tug, my release spilling onto my lower stomach.
The relief may relax my body and calm my racing thoughts, but my soul is empty.
Josephine should be sighing that little sigh against my chest while cradled in my arms.
She should fall asleep every night satisfied and with words of devotion from my lips echoing in her ears.
Here and now, I vow that Josephine will have that.
11
Jo
The dim light of dawn fills my bedroom, and I pad out into the great room, still dressed in my pajamas, needing my tea.
Jakob quietly snores on the sofa, still asleep. As I pass by and take the slightest peek over the edge of the sofa, I get a shock. Blankets and pillows are in disarray, and one long, hairy man-leg is slung over the back of the sofa. But that’s not the most shocking thing. I get a full view of Jakob in his gray boxer briefs.
Don’t stare, Josephine. It’s wrong.
I’m not staring, I tell myself. He’s a guest in my house who refused to take my room. If he had taken my room he’d have his privacy. I can’t help it that he’s wearing next to nothing in the middle of my house.
I stifle a gasp as I keep staring. He’s too magnificent to look away from. His bearded face is relaxed and turned to the side on the sofa cushion, revealing the strong, corded neck that I got a glimpse of up close yesterday. Shirtless, his chest is broad and decorated with whorls of soft reddish-blond fur. Instead of perfectly sculpted abs like a bodybuilder, his core is thick, sturdy, and strong. He’s a wall of tempting masculine flesh. If I were to picture a six-foot-four rugby player in his underwear, this is it. Jakob is made even more alluring by the fact that he’s the kind of guy who has no idea how stupidly hot he is.
He stirs, and I rear backward, knocking a countertop planter to the floor.
“Shit!” I whisper, desperately trying to scoop up the dirt before he wakes up.
“Jo? You all right?”
The sofa creaks as he gets up and pads across the room. Not him simply walking around my house nearly naked! Please, gods, spare me!
“Fine,” I squeak. “Sorry to wake you, I was just going to make some tea and then, um…”
