When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)

“When did you decide this?” Maddi asks hopefully.

“A few days ago, for sure. But I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks. I would have already broken it off, but he’s been working all weekend. He got off this morning and went right to bed. Hell, maybe the gym, but regardless, we don’t have plans to see each other until later tonight or tomorrow.”

She nods, looking over at a still nodding Nikki before her nod turns into a shake of her head at my weird friend’s theatrics.

“Okay,” she starts, and I hold my breath. I would hate it if she were disappointed in me for the way I’m handling the men in my life. Shit, men in my life? When did I become one of those girls? “I’m going to have to agree with Nikki, Em. You aren’t exactly an angel in this situation, but you didn’t instigate things between you and Nate. And if I’m being honest, if I were in your shoes, I’m not sure I would have been able to resist the kind of sexual tension you two have going on.”

“But?”

Her face goes soft before she stands and walks over to the couch, sitting down next to me and pulling me into her arms. “No buts, little sister. You’re in one hell of a complicated situation, and the only advice I can give you is to follow your heart.”

“My heart needs to stop and ask for directions,” I mumble against her chest.

I feel her laugh before she speaks. “Then you know what I think?”

Lifting my head with a sniffle to keep my emotions in check, I wait for her to continue.

“It’s time to call Mom.”





MY COCK IS GOING TO fall off.

I grab the shirt I had thrown off last night and wipe my come off my abs before tossing it in the general direction of my laundry hamper.

I look down at my still hard cock in disgust and wonder if this is one of those moments I should call my doctor because my erection has lasted longer than four hours.

Hell, it’s lasted longer than twelve.

I frown when I watch it grow even harder at the memory of why I’ve been in this predicament for so long.

Ember.

My little firecracker.

She lit up like the Fourth of July just from my kiss.

She might think I didn’t notice, but when her body got tight in my arms just seconds before those sweet fucking tremors took hold of her, I knew.

I reach out and grab my lube, again, and get ready to fuck my fist when I would give just about anything to have Ember here in my bed. Just when I’m wrapping my fist around my cock, my phone goes off and I sigh, looking sadly at my crotch.

“Dude, you’re going to have to just stay hard,” I moan before placing my cell to my ear.

“Son?”

“What’s up?”

“Do I even want to know what you were just saying?”

“Probably not, but hey … how long do I wait for my dick to go soft before I need to worry?”

Silence meets my question, and I pull the phone from my ear? checking to see if the call was dropped.

“Uh,” my dad starts, and I drop back on the bed, feeling my cock bounce against my stomach.

“Not something I’m exactly excited to have to ask, but I would rather ask you than call the doctor.”

I hear my mom say something in the background. My dad’s voice sounds muffled when he says something in return, then I hear him moving around the house before responding. “Nate, did you take something?”

I laugh without humor. “Fuck, no. I wish that were the problem.”

“If you didn’t take something, do you want to tell me why you’re having this little issue?”

“It’s not a little issue,” I mumble looking down at my cock again to see just how far from little my issue really is.

“Smartass.”

“Let’s just say, I had a run-in with a woman who started this problem, and I haven’t been able to get soft since.”

“And you didn’t take anything?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t do drugs!”

He chuckles softly, and I try not to be annoyed that he thinks this is a time to be cracking jokes.

“I remember when I first met your mother,” he starts, and I quickly shut that shit down.

“I’m going to need your advice to be void of anything that starts with a sentence like that,” I boom into the phone.

His laughter rumbles louder.

“Not even that took care of your problem, huh?”

I look down, my cock still angry fucking red, the tip wet with pre-come when I shouldn’t have anything left in me, and groan.

“Hate to break it to you, son, but you’re going to be walking around like that until you can run back into the woman who started the problem.”

“That’s what I was worried you were going to say,” I groan.

He’s silent, but I know it’s more about him weighing his words than not having anything to say.

“Care to fill me in a little? I might be your dad, but I could also be able to help even if it’s uncomfortable as shit for both of us to be talking about your dick.”