league he is. Through our whole “date” the waitress was clearly trying to hit on him—right in front of me. She probably thought I was his sister or something. Because a guy that hot couldn’t be interested in me, right?
I reach for my phone and text Mel.
Me: Kill me now. Please.
Mel: What’s up? You okay?
Me: I managed to coat Adam in coffee again today. Yeah, I’m just great.
Mel: Dude. You’re hilarious. I’m shocked you had the balls to go back there. Kudos to you.
Me: Oh I didn’t. I managed to hunt him down in the street and cover him with coffee from Lil’s.
Mel: Oh Abs. I can’t even…
Laughing, I put down the phone. I can almost hear Mel’s laughter ringing in my head.
Me: How am I going to get over him, Mel? I’m such a loser.
Mel: You just need a distraction. Leave it to me, okay? Auntie Mel will fix everything.
I groan. Those five little words scare me more than anything. I’m about to text her back, begging her not to do anything, but I stop myself. Really, what can she do that is worse than what I’ve already done myself? Who knows? Maybe she’s right.
Maybe I do need a distraction.
Chapter Seven
Jake
I roll over and look at the clock for what feels like the millionth time.
12.45 am.
Ugh. I should be sleeping, but my mind keeps going over the abomination of that press conference. Being publically setup is not my idea of a good Sunday afternoon. The thing I took from the whole debacle was that Murray is an even bigger dick than I thought.
And now I have to spend the rest of my career with a group of guys who hate me as much as I do them.
I pull the black silk sheets off my naked body and walk out into the kitchen, my throat dry. I open the fridge and get out some orange juice, drinking it straight from the carton. Some escapes my mouth and trickles down my neck onto my chest. The coldness feels good against my hot skin. The only thing missing is some hottie to lick it off my skin.
I wipe a layer of sweat from the back of my neck. It’s so goddamned humid, which is odd, considering it’s the middle of fucking winter. I walk over to the heater, examining the settings. Mystery solved. It’s been on full all night. Flicking it off, I open the window, hoping some fresh air will help me sleep.
I’m about to walk away when something catches my eye across the street. A couple are going at it like crazed rabbits on a bench in the deserted park opposite. I stare for a minute, amused.
I watch as she straddles him, whilst his hands fumble underneath her shirt. She’s hot, with long blonde hair and a body I wouldn’t mind exploring. She pushes him away and lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. He kisses her neck, but even from here I can tell he has no clue what he’s doing. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just saw her roll her eyes.
I would be so much better at doing her than him.
Before I know it, I’m cupping my hard cock, as I focus on her.
She glances up, and our eyes lock. I freeze, a brief moment of panic setting in, but then I just go with it. I’m standing in full view of her, palming my cock and the fact that she’s paying more attention to me than the guy with his finger in her pussy is making me harder. She smiles, her eyes narrowing as she bites her lip. I grab hold of the window frame for support as my motions become faster. She lifts her skirt, her eyes still locked on mine, and guides his mouth toward her pussy. Her hands cup the back of his head. I groan. I bet she’s fucking wet as anything. Gasping, the pressure builds so fast for a second I can’t breathe. I release, coating my hand as she climaxes in sync with me.
When I think she’s done, I give her a wink and head to the bathroom.
My head pounds as I roll over and wipe a bit of drool off the side of my numb mouth. Holy shit I feel crappy. Maybe going out after getting off watching the blonde get mouth fucked wasn’t the greatest of plans, but it was only
I reach for my phone and text Mel.
Me: Kill me now. Please.
Mel: What’s up? You okay?
Me: I managed to coat Adam in coffee again today. Yeah, I’m just great.
Mel: Dude. You’re hilarious. I’m shocked you had the balls to go back there. Kudos to you.
Me: Oh I didn’t. I managed to hunt him down in the street and cover him with coffee from Lil’s.
Mel: Oh Abs. I can’t even…
Laughing, I put down the phone. I can almost hear Mel’s laughter ringing in my head.
Me: How am I going to get over him, Mel? I’m such a loser.
Mel: You just need a distraction. Leave it to me, okay? Auntie Mel will fix everything.
I groan. Those five little words scare me more than anything. I’m about to text her back, begging her not to do anything, but I stop myself. Really, what can she do that is worse than what I’ve already done myself? Who knows? Maybe she’s right.
Maybe I do need a distraction.
Chapter Seven
Jake
I roll over and look at the clock for what feels like the millionth time.
12.45 am.
Ugh. I should be sleeping, but my mind keeps going over the abomination of that press conference. Being publically setup is not my idea of a good Sunday afternoon. The thing I took from the whole debacle was that Murray is an even bigger dick than I thought.
And now I have to spend the rest of my career with a group of guys who hate me as much as I do them.
I pull the black silk sheets off my naked body and walk out into the kitchen, my throat dry. I open the fridge and get out some orange juice, drinking it straight from the carton. Some escapes my mouth and trickles down my neck onto my chest. The coldness feels good against my hot skin. The only thing missing is some hottie to lick it off my skin.
I wipe a layer of sweat from the back of my neck. It’s so goddamned humid, which is odd, considering it’s the middle of fucking winter. I walk over to the heater, examining the settings. Mystery solved. It’s been on full all night. Flicking it off, I open the window, hoping some fresh air will help me sleep.
I’m about to walk away when something catches my eye across the street. A couple are going at it like crazed rabbits on a bench in the deserted park opposite. I stare for a minute, amused.
I watch as she straddles him, whilst his hands fumble underneath her shirt. She’s hot, with long blonde hair and a body I wouldn’t mind exploring. She pushes him away and lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. He kisses her neck, but even from here I can tell he has no clue what he’s doing. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just saw her roll her eyes.
I would be so much better at doing her than him.
Before I know it, I’m cupping my hard cock, as I focus on her.
She glances up, and our eyes lock. I freeze, a brief moment of panic setting in, but then I just go with it. I’m standing in full view of her, palming my cock and the fact that she’s paying more attention to me than the guy with his finger in her pussy is making me harder. She smiles, her eyes narrowing as she bites her lip. I grab hold of the window frame for support as my motions become faster. She lifts her skirt, her eyes still locked on mine, and guides his mouth toward her pussy. Her hands cup the back of his head. I groan. I bet she’s fucking wet as anything. Gasping, the pressure builds so fast for a second I can’t breathe. I release, coating my hand as she climaxes in sync with me.
When I think she’s done, I give her a wink and head to the bathroom.
My head pounds as I roll over and wipe a bit of drool off the side of my numb mouth. Holy shit I feel crappy. Maybe going out after getting off watching the blonde get mouth fucked wasn’t the greatest of plans, but it was only
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