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We’d both be very satisfied with the outcome.
Her mouth dropped open with a gasp of disbelief just before I kissed her hard then I stepped away, adjusting myself. She was at risk of being publicly exposed if I let this play out any longer. Cress’s eyes lowered then lifted to meet mine again which let me know she wouldn’t necessarily be opposed.
“I’m going to follow you home to make sure you get there safely.”
“Are you coming in with me?” she asked with lust still clouding her eyes.
“No.”
I slipped my fingers across her palm, removing a key fob and pressing firmly to unlock her doors. I maneuvered around her to open the door and once she was seated inside, I handed off the key.
“Goodnight, Cress.”
She yanked the door closed and I chuckled, knowing she was just as sexually frustrated as I was, but I also knew the countdown was on and we would soon be at the finish line.
* * *
I followed Cress home. Walked her to the door, left her with her lips bruised and swollen, my dick incredibly hard, then I drove my bike home. A bike and a hard dick were a terrible combination.
Painful and uncomfortable.
As soon as I walked through the doors of my bedroom, my dick was heavy in my hand while I fucked my fist with images of Cress dancing behind my eyelids. I lost myself in the moment—breathing accelerated, body tense and pulsing while thinking about fuckingherinstead of my hand until ribbons of cum escaped, bringing relief that didn’t nearly compare to what I needed.
That led me to the basement where I entered our home gym and hit the treadmill for a run, pushing my body like a mad man.
“Why the fuck are you in here at three in the morning?”
“Why the fuck are you in here at three in the morning?” I rushed out trying to keep my pace steady. Ez walked up beside me, glancing at the monitor.
“You’ve been on this thing for two hours.”
I felt the smugness in his voice so I didn’t bother looking at him.
“Are you just getting home?”
If he were, that meant while I was handling my business here, he was doing the same at Chapter House. Neither of us were in the position to judge.
“You deal with your shit in your way and I’ll deal with mine,” he mumbled, walking away.
Ez had interrupted my zone and my body was now feeling the past two hours so I slowed my pace and eventually stopped, stepping down from the treadmill. He sat on the weight bench near me, still dressed in his suit from earlier. Cautiously he watched me and mentally asked the question he was holding back.
“You good, you need to talk about anything?”
I smirked, downing a full bottle of water. “You my therapist now?”
“I have been at times, but no, just your brother.”
He had a point.
“I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“I’m not running because I’m manic. I’m running because I want to fuck my fiancée and can’t. This is the alternative.”
He chuckled. “Why can’t you? She holding out until she says I do?”
“My decision, not hers.”
