The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

-NUCA-

The shower was supposed to fix it.

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Cold water. Hands off the problem that caused this in the first place. Reset. Stay away from her. Far away. Do not think about her soft body. That was the plan.

The plan lasted eleven seconds.

I braced one palm on the tile and wrapped the other around my cock like I had any dignity left after a night of having Charlotte on top of me and wanting to fuck her the entire time.

The kiss was still in my mouth. Her weight in my lap. That little sound she made when she leaned in like the alcohol had given her permission I had not.

I stroked once and my knees almost gave.

I was losing my mind.

I never did this. Not like this. Not thinking about Charlotte while the water ran and my fist worked.

What the fuck had changed? One kiss. One drunken, accidental, I should have stopped it kiss, and I was back to being a teenager who could not get it down even with the tap on full freeze.

This wasn’t like me at all. I usually had more restraint. Especially when it came to her. I respected our friendship and made sure not to cross that line. Recently, I’d forgotten where that line was.

I had told her it was no big deal. I had said it to make her less uncomfortable. I could tell she was freaking out. I didn’t want her to feel worse.

My body had not gotten the memo. My body wanted her mouth again and did not care that she was just my best friend and there were certain lines you should never cross.

I pumped harder. Imagined her mouth. Soft. Wet.

The way she had looked at me on the couch before she passed out.

I imagined coming on her tongue, except this time I would watch it, watch it run down her cheek, her throat, paint her. Fill her. The thought should have disgusted me. It made my wrist work faster.

Yeah. I needed to stop.

I did not stop.

I gave up instead.

“FUCKKKK!”

It was loud. Louder than it needed to be. But fuck me, I was frustrated. This was not going how I had planned.

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Silence followed.

Then:

“Luca?”

Oh shit.

She had heard me.

Her voice traveled through the door and made things worse. Concerned. Soft. The same voice that checked my gloves and asked if the radio was clear. The same voice that always made sure I was okay.

It should have helped the problem. It made it worse. Charlotte saying my name like she was worried I had slipped was somehow more of a turn on than the model screaming my name last night.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

Fuck. She was so innocent. Standing on the other side of a door while I had my hand around my cock thinking about her swallowing my cum.

“Do you need my help with anything?”

Motherfucker-if only she knew.

She needed to stop saying things like that. When she said help I saw her on her knees again, except this time she knew what she was doing. Mouth. Cheeks. Throat. Watching her do it.

“No!” It came out hoarse. “I’m-shower. Fine. Don’t come in.”

I could not even get proper sentences out. I just knew I couldn’t have her inside here or I was about to lose

There was a short pause.

“I wasn’t going to come in,” she said, and I could hear the frown. “You shouted like you hurt yourself. I thought you slipped.”

“I didn’t slip.”

“Are you sure?”

“I shouted because I can’t fucking get you-” I stopped. Wiped water off my face with the hand that was not the problem. “Go back to bed. You need to rest. Don’t think I didn’t hear you puking carlier. I have medicine on the counter that will help.”

Another pause. Longer.

“Okay. Thank you. Call me if you need my help.”

I almost laughed. Almost. She had know idea the kind of help I needed from her.

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