tension leave his body. “You sure I’m not taking up your space or something? I know you might have other things you need to do besides watch over me.”
“There is nowhere else I need to be,” he says, letting go of the counter and standing to his full height. I can tell he wants to say more. I want him to say more, but his jaw is locked.
“Okay. Than that’s settled. I’m staying and I’m good. That mean you can sleep now?” I tease, but I like the idea of him so worried about me leaving it was keeping him from sleeping.
“For tonight,” he replies, taking the cup from me and finishing my drink before putting it in the sink. “I have a feeling I won’t be sleeping tomorrow night for a whole other reason.”
Chapter 7
Blake
I wrap my rough hand around my cock, wishing it was Luciana’s soft hand instead of mine. I start to pump, and it’s almost sad that it only takes three pumps and I’m cumming. I moan out her name, thinking about her on her knees in front of me in the shower. I’d been fantasizing about that image all day.
What it would be like if we were really a couple. We’d spend our days out in the field, and afterwards I’d bring her home and wash every inch of her. Along with her dark, silky locks. Then I’d make love to her in the shower before we made dinner. I’d take her to bed and fuck her until she passed out. Dirtying her up all over again, only to wash her again in the morning to do it all over again. Thoughts like that have been running through my mind all day, and I can’t seem to control them anymore. But maybe it’s because I’ve stopped trying to. Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can last doing this.
Being this close to her is slowly driving me insane. Smelling her, touching her, listening to her laugh and talk. It’s taken everything in me to not grab her and take her to the ground. I feel like one of the wild horses.
After rinsing my release from my body I turn the shower off and step out to dry myself. My cock swiftly comes back to life when I hear Luciana singing in the other room. She does that a lot, I’ve noticed. I close my eyes and listen, wondering what she’s doing right now.
My phone rings, breaking me from the spell. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I walk into my bedroom, grabbing it off my nightstand when I see it’s my brother Ty.
“Hey,” I say placing the phone to my ear.
“Trace canceled all his shit this weekend and was MIA again all day.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. I don’t want to deal with this. I know he’s fine. I saw him last night and it seemed like he wanted to be left alone. Not my job to make sure he’s doing what he needs to be doing.
“Yeah, well, MJ isn’t feeling too good, and Dolly said she had plans, so that leaves you.”
“You try to call him?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” he sighs, and I can hear he’s tired by the tone of his voice.
“All right. I’ll run over there again and check in,” I tell him before saying my goodbyes. I’m sure Ty has his hands full tonight with a sick pregnant wife and a little one. Going to check on my brother should be no big deal. Maybe Luciana can come with me. We can go to town and grab dinner or something.
I quickly get dressed and make my way to her room, knocking softly on her door. It swings open on its own, and her scent fills my lungs. God, I can’t wait for that smell to be all over this house. All over my bed and me.
Not seeing her in the room, I hear her singing again and follow the sound into the kitchen. She’s sitting at the kitchen island, her bare tan feet swinging away. She’s dressed in a robe. The sight has me stopping in my tracks. She looks so comfortable and at home. She stops singing, a small smile pulling at her lips. Her hair is out of its braid and hangs in wet locks all around her. It looks even longer when it’s down, I think absently.
She stares back at me for God knows how long before she breaks the