Her breathy curse pushes me over the edge and I roar as I come, shooting my cum all across my stomach and chest.
“Did you come?” she asks a moment later, after I’ve finally descended from the heavenly high.
“Uh, yeah, Danika, I have the evidence all over my stomach right now.”
She responds without hesitation, “Show me.”
I grin and hang up so I can access the camera on my phone. If she wants it, I’ll show it to her.
After hitting “Send,” I wait a few seconds to give her time to examine the photo. I know what she’s seeing—my chest and abs coated in cum and my still-hard cock jutting out from the edge of white sheets, resting against my stomach.
This will either scare her off or make her come running.
I call her and wait for her to pick up.
“Fuck, I am in so much trouble,” she mumbles by way of answer.
There’s no stopping my grin at her response. I’m glad she can’t see me right now because if she really knew how much that meant to me, she would probably run screaming for the hills. Although, that’s probably just a matter of time anyway.
The rest of the week in San Diego attending family gatherings and activities planned by my over-zealous mother dragged slowly. Just about the only thing that was even remotely bearable was the entire day we spent at the world-famous zoo.
Seeing the look of enjoyment and wonder on my three-year-old niece’s face made me really appreciate what I have in my family, even though they were relentless in questioning me about who I was texting with all day and why I had “that shit-eating grin on my face all the time.”
I guess I’m not very good at hiding my feelings. I always thought that was a good thing. I’ve always prided myself on being an open book. Like I told Danika at dinner, I always endeavor to be honest with people about everything.
That’s precisely why my heart is currently in the pit of my stomach and I can’t seem to stop my hands from shaking as I prepare dinner and clean up my condo before she arrives.
You’re an idiot for not telling her. You know she couldn’t have known without you telling her and still, you said NOTHING.
I stop stirring the sauce on the stove and drop my face into my hands for the thousandth time since I met her. Not telling her the moment we met, or at the very least at dinner, was probably the most gigantic mistake I could ever make.
Waiting to tell her is like waiting for a nuclear bomb to go off. When she finds out, there’s a strong chance she will storm out of here just like she did my office that fateful day.
“Fuck!” I run my hands back through my hair and curse myself again and again for being such a selfish, fucking idiot.
When my mother and sisters were harassing me endlessly about the reason for my mental state this week, I somehow managed to avoid revealing anything about Danika to them. It’s not that I have anything to hide, there’s just no reason to get their hopes up that I might have some sort of a relationship with her.
That would truly be a miracle once she knows, and I’m not sure I believe in those.
Eventually, after my repeated refusal to discuss what was going on, my family was, thankfully, more than happy to turn their attentions to Stone, which is how it should have been in the first place, considering he was the one graduating.
As the baby of the family, Stone has always managed to get away with just about everything and coast through life by the skin of his teeth. Despite being my only brother, he and I have always been the least close of any of the siblings. I would blame it on the age gap, but frankly, Stone and I are just two completely different people.
He’s a genius—an honest to God, MENSA member, genius—yet he always manages to make the stupidest fucking decisions. The fact he was able to graduate law school, let alone college, is something I would never have believed possible. His complete inability to control his own behavior or make adult choices has me worrying about him even now, but he has a great job lined up at a prestigious firm, so I guess I can hope he finally came to his senses and is using his God-given gifts in a productive manner. I guess only time will tell.
Spending time with him always makes it so much more evident what missing out on having our father around really did to him. He was only five when Dad died and, despite my best efforts to step into the role of father-figure, I could just never do enough. He chose to look to other, less savory, individuals for role-models, which certainly did nothing to help him develop a good pattern of behavior.
Stone is exhausting, even more so than Skye. Fuck, my entire family is exhausting. After the long week with them and then a late night flight, I’m worn out, physically and emotionally. Maybe seeing Danika tonight was a bad idea; maybe I should reschedule.
You’re just trying to put it off.
Shit.
It’s been a whole week since my dinner with her, but, even after as much time as we’ve spent texting and talking on the phone each night, it feels like an eternity has passed since I last saw her.