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I couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard I tried. It didn’t help that every day she sent me a good morning text accompanied with a picture of a cat. It also didn’t help that I returned her texts with pictures of a dead animals. Not real dead animals, cartoon ones, cute ones. Shit, how old was I again, and where the fuck was my masculinity? I was a * whipped mitch. I chuckled to myself, remembering how Casey had explained the complexities of a mitch, a man bitch. The truth of the matter was, I had become intimately acquainted with the term of late. I was officially New York’s greatest mitch who wanted nothing more than to follow the new girl from Texas everywhere she went. Creeper much? I shook off my pathetically needy thoughts and glanced across my breakfast bar. Leah had dropped by and was currently leaning on her elbows before me, her spectacular breasts right there for my viewing pleasure. My body didn’t react to Leah’s splendid beauty though, instead, my thoughts filled with the image of Andi in that yellow dress and cowboy boots. She had moved like a fucking seductress as she danced across Casey and Lionel’s rooftop, and she wasn’t even trying to be sexy. She had laughed like she didn’t have a care in the world, and I had been unable to tear my gaze away from her innocent beauty.
“I saw Donna yesterday.” Leah’s voice snapped me out of my hazy Andi daydream. I grunted as I stuffed a mouthful of Lucky Charms in my mouth. “She said she came by last week.” I didn’t say anything, I knew Leah would drag this conversation in a particular direction, and she’d get there without me having to put in any effort. “She mentioned she stopped by recently and gave you one hell of a BJ, and in return, she got herself a night of unfulfilled masturbation, alone.”
I grinned, proud of denying Donna all over again. “I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t invite her over. If she would have called beforehand, I would have saved her the trip and the disappointment.”
Leah’s head dipped to one side, her long hair smooth and straight, fell over her shoulder. She was a spectacular woman, one I indulged in regularly, with and without Cindy. Yet this morning, something felt different as I took in her body. Although my spark of desire had recently been dimmed, it had still been there, even if my dick wasn’t willing to participate. Today, there was nothing. When my thoughts moved effortlessly back to Andi, my heart thumped hard in my chest and my dick twitched. Motherfucker! This couldn’t be good.
“You’ve met someone,” Leah murmured. My eyes flew to hers, no doubt panic written all over my face in very thick, black obvious marker. Leah’s lips turned up into a smile. “Oh my god. I knew you were having issues.” Her gaze dipped to my groin. Yeah, Leah was aware of my problems. “But I had no idea it was over a woman.”
I shook my head in denial. “My problem has nothing to do with a woman.” Too fast, too defensive, I wasn’t convincing anyone, least of all myself. Leah moved quickly forward so she was now standing beside me, her eyes lit up with excitement. “Stop looking at me like that, there’s no one,” I growled.
“There’s someone…” she crooned thoughtfully.
“There is a woman, but I’m not seeing her. We’re just friends.”
Leah was still smiling. “Friends like me and Cindy?”
“I’m not fucking her,” I snapped.
Leah’s eyes got the female wistfulness that women got when they talked about weddings, babies, and love. “She must be pretty special if you’re not fucking her.” I pushed my empty cereal bowl away and stood from the counter, taking a step forward to trap Leah between my much larger body and the counter behind her. She was still staring at me with a knowing smile on her lips.
“She is not even remotely special, she’s just a girl, a girl who I have no intention of burying myself in any time soon.” My voice lowered as my fingers ran up Leah’s flat stomach, over her breasts, finally stopping at the little bow ties that held her flimsy top on her shoulders. I tugged on the ribbons and they fell free. Leah didn’t attempt to stop me as the fabric fell from her body, exposing her perfect breasts. I ran my thumb over her nipple. I loved the feel of a woman’s body, their soft skin and supple curves. Leah’s body was a work of art, and yet as I cupped her breasts and pinched at her nipples, my dick remained impassively bored.
“Why not?” Leah’s voice was far too casual for my ministrations.
I sighed, realizing I was off my game. I was used to my body being completely unresponsive, unless of course your name started with A, ended with I and belonged to a spritely red head with a sexy Texan drawl. But Leah was completely immune to my ministrations and that was a hard blow to my male ego.
“Because it would be dangerous,” I confessed quietly.
“Because you like her.” It wasn’t a question.