plans tomorrow night. How about Thursday?”
“Perfect.” He kissed her once more and stepped back. “Drive
safe.”
She smiled. “Always.”
The drive home didn’t take long and she was on cloud nine
when she pulled into the driveway and hit the button to open the garage. Nothing
happened. She pressed it again. Exhaling loudly, she got out of the truck. She
punched in the code on the keypad beside the door, and still nothing. Probably
an electrical glitch.
She turned the truck off, leaving it parked outside, and
went in through the front door. She’d call Luke or Cade to come check on the
garage opener in the morning. Looking at the clock on the kitchen wall, she
realized she had spent over three hours in Shane’s apartment. A low grumble
sounded in her belly. The last time she had eaten had been lunch with Luke and
Natalie. Shane had helped her work up an appetite, and not just for food.
She nuked a hot pocket in the microwave and poured some
pretzels beside it on the paper plate. She carried it up to her room. Gypsy
momentarily looked up from her spot on Tess’ bed and put her head back on her
paws.
Tess rubbed the top of Gypsy’s head and sat down on the bed
to eat. The hot ham and cheese concoction filled her stomach, but there was
still an emptiness inside her.
The next morning she woke up to her phone buzzing on the
nightstand. There was a text message from Shane. Just a simple good morning with a smiley face. And it put a smile on her face to know he thought of her at
six o’clock in the morning while she snored away. She had slept hard. No
sleeping pill she knew of could compete with a mind-blowing orgasm. Her mind
drifted, wondering what it would be like to climb on his lap and slide his cock
inside her and feel that searing friction.
Despite the central air blasting in the house, familiar heat
spread through her body and liquefied between her legs. Her nipples responded
and she rubbed her palm over one hard peak. She let her knees fall apart and
her hand slid down over her stomach. Tension pooled and the muscles in her
thighs tightened. She rubbed her clit through her panties. Her hips moved in
time with her hand. She ached. She needed to come. Using her other hand, she pulled
her panties to the side and dipped a finger into her pussy. Imagining it was
Shane’s finger, she pushed it deeper, wiggling it around, coating it in her
juices. She was so wet and her pussy throbbed. Using her slick finger, she
rubbed her clit slowly, prolonging the orgasm threatening to erupt any second.
She stopped long enough to kick her panties off and spread
her lips open for better access. She arched her back and lifted her ass off the
bed, rubbing harder. The mattress sunk where she dug her heels in to push her
pussy against her fingers. She quickened the pace and dipped a finger back
inside for more lubrication. Her heart raced and her breathing accelerated. She
pressed down on her clit, moving her finger from side to side over it.
Her eyes rolled back and her thighs clamped together
involuntarily. Her body contracted and her toes curled as all her energy poured
into that tiny, pulsing spot. She bit her lip and moaned, as wave after wave of
pleasure flooded her. She held her fingers still as her heartbeat pulsed in her
pussy.
“Dear god,” she whispered. “I need to get laid.” She crawled
out of bed and stumbled to the shower.
Tess pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and walked
down the stairs, where she stopped short. Her brothers were sitting at the bar
in the kitchen.
“Hey. What are you guys doing here?” she asked, opening the
refrigerator to find cream for the coffee she was about to make.
Neither of them said anything at first. She scooped coffee
grounds into the filter and started the machine before turning around. She leaned
against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. “God. Did somebody
die? Would one of you say something?”
Cade exhaled. “What’s going on with you