Page 69 of A Tragic Melody

“Five more minutes,” she murmurs into my shirt.

“Okay,” I whisper back. I go still, letting my arm wrap around her.

Five more minutes can’t hurt, right? If I’m lucky, my cock will soften by then.

“Shit.” She sits up, nearly hitting her head on the top of the bunk. “Wyatt.” Her eyes dart to me. “I’m so sorry.”

“Uh. It’s fine.” I shift, trying to find a way to hide my morning wood.

“I got really drunk. I shouldn’t have crawled into your bunk. I don’t know what came over me. I just got really sad and…” Her voice trails off, eyes dropping down. “Oh,” she mumbles as her eyes land on my crotch.

“I…”

“Aren’t used to waking up with a woman in your bunk?” She grins, turning to look at me. “How long has it been since you had sex?”

“Let’s not have that conversation. In fact, let’s pretend this never happened, okay?”

“Do you want help with that?” Her hand moves to my thigh.

“God. No. Please just…”

Her hand slides closer. “Oh, Wyatt, it’s the least I could do. You were so nice to me last night.” Her hand slides over my cock, and I bite down on my lip. “And I still owe you from the other night.”

“Sex isn’t a currency for me,” I say back. It takes all my will to stay still. Her finger rubs over the outline of my cock in my sweats.

“I’m aware.” She smiles at me. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t let me get you off.”

“Tues. Please.”

“Please keep touching you?”

“No. The opposite.”

“Didn’t we establish that I have all the power in this relationship?” She cups the outline of my cock with her fingers, stroking up and down.

“Yeah.” I groan. “But…”

I have no idea what to follow that but up with. My mind is melting as her fingers continue to gently stroke my cock.

“But what, Wyatt? No one has to know about this.”

“Tues…”

“I like when you call me that.” She shifts, swinging her legs over my lap. “Do you want me to suck it?”

“No.”

“No?” She laughs as her hand begins to slide down my sweats. “It will make me feel less bad about last night.”

“We can’t.” I suck in a deep breath as her hand makes contact with my cock. Her hands are cold, but I still don’t hate it. “Fuck…”

“Let me make it up to you,” she whispers. “I’m good at the making up part.”

“Okay,” I cave in. I’ve already let it get this bad. She is already going to ruin me, why not enjoy what I can.

“Hey Tuesday?” a voice calls out. I instantly make out that it’s Quinn.

Both our heads snap to the side as the voice gets closer.