Before he even reached for the shampoo, he had his cock in his hand. He’d been hard for hours. The stiff length in his firm grasp sent a chill down his spine. Finally. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the fiberglass wall, the coolness a contrast to the hot water. A moan escaped his lips as he stroked his dick from the base to the tip and back down. Slow or fast? Oh, fuck it. There is no slow today.
Mackenzie’s smile filled his mind, her dark curls framing her round face. He thought about what her lips would feel like against his—slow, soft, gentle nibbles. Then he moved down and considered wrapping his mouth around her nipples. Would they be pink or a darker rosy shade? Lower still and he considered her clit, her pussy. He wanted to taste her so bad.
He stiffened. His painful erection needed release immediately. Hastily, he jerked his hand back and forth, struggling between the desire to prolong his daydream and the deep longing to come immediately with her image filling the back of his eyelids. Pent-up frustration from hours of lying in bed biting his tongue won the battle for a quick orgasm.
Drake squeezed his cock tighter and arched his neck as he came, his cum pulsing out of him in forceful streams against the shower wall. Heaven. He shuddered as his release came to an end. His limp arms hung at his sides as he held himself up by his forehead on the wall. He was in so much trouble. He seriously doubted the brief interlude had done anything but make matters worse. His imagination sent his yearning need to claim Mackenzie Davis into an urgency.
•
Kenzie lay sprawled on the living room couch, aiming the remote at the TV. She’d scrolled through all the channels more than once but couldn’t remember a single one. She finally clicked the off button and tossed the lazy-man’s gadget on the coffee table. She stared at the ceiling. She was exhausted. After running, she’d waited in the car for hours for her family, hunched in the back seat so no one could see her sulking.
It wasn’t as though she could keep Drake from finding her if he wanted to. She knew better than that. He’d be able to follow her scent anywhere. After dark, while she’d sat there alone with her thoughts, she’d waffled between relieved and miffed. She didn’t want to see him ever again. On the flip side, what the hell was so wrong with her that he’d let her go without a fight and hadn’t even tried to hunt her down?
If he’d been half as horny as she was, he wouldn’t have been able to choose compliance. Wasn’t the male species supposed to be even more magnetically drawn to the female than vice versa?
She’d suffered in that car the entire evening. She’d attempted to play mindless video games on her phone to no avail. She’d find her mind wandering to the achy spot between her legs and glance down to find she’d lost the game again. Her fingers hovered over the keys but rarely moved to avoid defeat. She tried squeezing her legs together to make the pulsing stop, but nothing worked. Each beat of her heart made her clit throb.
Remembering the time spent in that warm car last night, Kenzie moaned in frustration. Her voice filled the silence of the house, and she didn’t care. Thank God her parents hadn’t put up a fight over her disappearance yesterday and her intention to stay home today. The entire family had been oddly zip-lipped about her solitude.
They’d arrived home after ten, and Kenzie had gone straight to her room, where she’d proceeded to toss all night without sleeping more than a few minutes at a time.
She closed her eyes again now. A nap would be welcome. But every time her eyelids closed, a film reel ran on the backs of them. The sexy god of a man named Drake starred in every episode. She kept coming back to the time he’d leaned his forehead against hers and added ten thousand possible conclusions to that scene as though she were living life inside one of those childhood books where you chose your next path and then switched to a future page to continue.
In the last twelve hours, she’d read every page of that book over and over and hadn’t been able to shake it from her mind. She was now angry and sexually frustrated.
She hadn’t had sex before. Hell, she hadn’t been kissed, either, except for that blasted excuse for a wolf who’d sucked on her face two years ago.
Her parents weren’t openly demonstrative. They kissed each other sometimes, a simple peck on the lips, but they didn’t climb all over each other in front of her and her sisters. She’d always thought that was a good thing. But had it been?
She knew she was rather naïve. At least she would have been if she’d not been to the gathering four years ago…
Kenzie had consciously sidestepped almost everything with sexual connotations in her adult life, even romance novels. She tried to avoid anything that would make her crave the unattainable. It did no good to make herself sexually frustrated if she had no interest in mating.