X-Treme Measure by S. N. Garza, Stephanie Nicole Garza Page B

you’re working out like a mad man. Got some pent-up frustrations there, son?”
    “Maybe sexual frustrations? You got kitty problems?”
    “No.” I hadn’t meant growl that out but it happened and the guys chuckled. I ignored them. I finished the rest of my set then got up; ready to get the hell out of here before these dipshits wanted to add any more of their two cents. Kitty problems? Hell no I didn't have chick problems.
    I grabbed my shit from my locker and didn't even bother with a freaking shower. I'd take one at home.
    When I did get home, I opened the door slowly, not wanting to disturb either Reighlyn or Moriah. Reighlyn slept until eight thirty; she slept like the dead. It was like clockwork. If she didn't have school, she was up by eight thirty on the dot almost. I set my bag down and placed my keys in the bowl my mother bought to make the foyer homier , that's what this hallway was. A foyer. I had rolled my eyes at her when she clarified that.
    I walked towards the living room, hoping to find Moriah lying with a blanket, when instead she had her legs Indian style, a book in her lap with one hand laying on it and the other resting underneath her cheek. Her glasses skewed to the side. She looked too fucking adorable. And young. Almost childlike. And seriously uncomfortable.
    Damn, she was going to have a sore neck. How long had she slept like this? I shook my head, knowing even if she laid down right on that couch she’d still feel that crick in her neck. The sweat that was on my body was dry enough that I walked over to her, gently slid the book out of her lap, laid it down on the table before sliding my arms under her legs and back. I gently lifted her into my arms and she stirred.
    “Huh? What?”
    “Go back to sleep, Moriah.”
    “Mmmm…hmm.” A soft snore was the only thing I heard as I took her into my room, where my nice, big posture-pedic bed would help those kinks when she wakes up later. She felt weightless in my arms. Her long blonde hair falling over my arm and she cuddled into my embrace even more.
    I placed her slowly onto my bed, her hair fanning out around my pillow. I slipped the glasses off of her face and set them on the nightstand. I pulled the comforter and sheet over her and she snuggled right into my bed like she’s slept there her entire life. Like she belonged there.
    Fuck . She looked great in my bed. Grumbling, I made my way into the bathroom and hurried to get into a cold shower. Why I was lusting over a girl barely out of high school was beyond me. She was twenty-two and legal but wasn't eight years a big age difference? Most people I knew dated people their own age. And I wanted this girl? She was barely a little slip of a woman. Barely a woman. Although the workout clothes she wore earlier definitely suggested otherwise. She had a great body. Curvy just where a woman should be curvy. Her waist wasn't cinched in, and if I had to guess she was probably a size eight. Maybe ten. Her pale skin wasn't white but a soft, vanilla color.
    Earlier today when I leaned into her and inhaled her scent? It was like smelling raspberries and blueberries.
    Oh, damn. My dick sparked to life, hardened and thickened, begging for relief. I was not about to jerk off in the shower. I just met this girl. I shouldn't even be thinking about her like I was. Babysitter. She was just the babysitter.
    That wasn't working.
    It's been a long fucking time since I had to take matters into my own hands. But here I was, being a complete tool and palming my erection. It's been hard on and off all damn day; my balls felt sore and my dick was straining for release.
    Just this once.
    I grabbed the length and pumped up and down and I thought about Moriah’s long, blonde hair, silky and soft and what it would feel like tickling over my skin. Those pretty innocent eyes touched by fire as she lay beneath me, her arms holding onto my body like a lifeline, her legs bent and gripping my hips. She’d feel so fucking soft