Page 100 of Pink and Country

April offered me a shy grin, and I was a goner. She grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, but before she could lift it up, I stopped her.

“No. We’ll wait until tonight. I’ll take you in ten different ways until you cry my name so loud the entire hotel will hear it rolling off your tongue.”

April sprung to her feet, breathless and flustered.

“Don’t follow me in the shower then, HN. I need to get ready. No distractions. And right now, you’re a big one.”

I laughed.

I fucking loved being her own personal distraction.

Her clear laugher vibrated inside me, making me hard for her all over again.

With April, I felt like I got my twenty-year-old stamina back. One bat of her eyelashes, one curl of her lips, or one eye contact and my cock pulsed, ready to ravage her in the most animalistic ways.

“I’ll ask Ed to drive me to the gym. Taylor will stay here if you need him, and I’ll be back in two hours.”

“You’re going to the gym now?” April stripped before me. It reminded me of that day when her towel dropped and I caught her in all her glory through the cabin window. That day I didn’t avert my gaze. My eyes lingered on her naked body, enjoying every curve, every inch of her creamy flesh, and the look of embarrassment turning her cheeks a crimson shade of red.

Once again, right now, April failed at not distracting me. Big time.

Her shirt pooled on the floor. Next, she shimmied out of her skinny jeans, wiggling her ass. She pivoted on her heels until her back was to my front and unclasped her bra. The white piece of fabric joined her shirt and pants at her feet. Dressed in only a white piece of cotton, April twirled back until she faced me. Her unfettered tits drew me in. She hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her underwear, and without breaking eye contact, she pushed them down her legs. My mouth went dry. My feet were glued to the cream tile floor. My cock lengthened, almost peeking out of my black boxer briefs. It pulsated against my lower belly, and all my blood welled in my groin.

Golden tendrils of very short hair between April’s legs caught my eyes.

Her flat stomach taunted me, and my mouth watered at the idea of trailing my tongue from her toes up.

“Mm-hmm,” April said something, but I didn’t register a word she spoke.

“Stop eyeing me like I’m a prey you want to chase, Carter. Perhaps the gym is a good idea. Leave. Get that tension out of you. Bench it out of your system.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Carter, you’re not listening to me. You’re drooling. Get some control over yourself, big guy.” April pivoted on the balls of her feet, swaying her hips, and giving me the perfect sight of her firm ass and smooth skin.

My feet moved toward her on their own accord, but she shut the bathroom door in my face, the sound of the lock stopping me in my tracks.

With a soft knock, I cleared my throat. “April, open up. Let me in. I’ve changed my mind. I prefer to relieve my tension with you. Let’s take a shower together and do that thing you love so much. Don’t push me away. Please,” I begged her, using my most gentle tone. “Come on. Don’t hang me out to dry. Okay, I’ll keep my hands to myself. I’m a very lonely man when you push me away.”

A stifled chuckle resonated from the other side of the door.

I knocked again.

April hummed a song over the sound of the running water.

Fairy turned her back on me, leaving me with an aching erection pushing against the zipper of my pants, desperate to be freed and cared for.

I blinked. April cock-blocked me. Fuck, she did. A large smile drew itself on my face.

April was playing a dangerous game. I could play too. And I knew the best revenge.

I slouched my gym bag over my shoulder and gave my instructions to Taylor.

Still bewildered, I shook my head in disbelief on my way to the elevator.

Cock-blocked. Never saw this one coming.

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