Me: What happened?
Tyson: We can discuss over dinner. Good night.
LOCKING THE SCREEN, I toss my phone aside and flop back on the bed. Did she really think I was still with Brit?
What the fuck just happened? Her text was completely unexpected. I’m the one who acted like a complete douche, and yet she reached out to me? I tried to sound unaffected, not because I wanted to upset her but if we are only ever going to be friends, then I have to maintain some sort of distance in order to keep my heart intact. That strong determination quickly went to shit when she asked me to dinner. I was definitely not expecting that.
My first thought was why would she ask me to dinner after the way I walked away from her today. For a brief moment, I found myself wondering if Harley was the type of girl that would go out with me and not tell her boyfriend. I shook that thought off quickly, angry with myself for even thinking it. Of course she wouldn't, and she didn't disappoint. Not only did she say she would tell Max, but said she had already told him all about me.
Fuck. Keeping any form of distance is going to be impossible. I need to burn off some energy before I go insane.
I take off my shirt, slip on basketball shorts and my running shoes, and push my ear buds in my ears. It takes me thirty minutes to run to my gym, where I spend another two hours working off all of the frustrations from today.
Seeing Harley this afternoon was fantastic, but realizing that we could only ever be friends was not. I groan at the memory, hating myself for the way I walked away from her. By the end of my workout, I have myself convinced that I can, in fact, just be friends with Harley. I want that. Very much.
It's going to take time to not look at her as more than a friend though, considering I haven't been able to stop thinking about her sexy, toned legs, killer curves, and picture-perfect rack since I first laid eyes on her again. It probably doesn't help that every time I close my eyes, I picture said legs gripping my hips tightly as I plunge deep into her warm body.
My workout doesn't exactly alleviate my frustrations so I make one last attempt by sprinting home at a fast clip, pushing my body to its limit. I stagger into my condo, my legs loose and unsteady as I strip down, leaving a trail of clothes on my way to the bathroom. Reaching around the curtain, I turn the shower on and let it run briefly to warm the water. Stepping in, I allow the scalding hot water and steam to engulf me, and I relish the way it relaxes my muscles after a hard workout. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and Harley's beautiful face instantly consumes my thoughts.
Today she was wearing hot-pink scrub pants that sat low on her hips and hugged her tight ass perfectly. Her scrub top had a piece of material that wrapped around her waist and tied in the back, accentuating her kick-ass curves. She had her long chestnut waves wrapped in a loose bun at the base of her neck. A low growl rumbles from my throat and I feel my cock begin to stir.
Reaching down, I fist myself tightly, hating that I'm about to bring myself pleasure by thinking about the one person I can't have. I would have given anything today to pull the band from
her hair and watch it cascade down her back. I pump harder at the thought of running my fingers through her thick mane and giving her hair a firm tug, not hard but enough that she knows who's in control.
My hips rock quickly as I allow the fantasy to run wild behind my eyelids. Pushing her against the wall, I dip my hand down the front of her scrub pants. Sliding her panties to the side, I breach her wet folds and plunge my fingers deep inside her soft, warm body. Throwing her head back, she arches into my touch, offering me everything she has. My name leaves her lips in a light whisper and…that's all it takes. My body convulses and my dick continues to twitch in my hand as I ride out the final waves of my orgasm.
I'm fairly certain that I haven't come that hard in years.
Fuck. It's going to be harder than I thought to only be her friend.
Fucking Max. Lucky-ass bastard.
I WRAP MY ARMS tightly around his waist and bury my nose in the side of his neck, inhaling his perfect scent. Crap. What was I thinking? I can’t do this. I squeeze tighter. Honest to God, someone is going to have to pry me off of him.
“Mo-om,” Max whines. “You’re squeezing all my breath out." Chuckling lightly at his comment, I pull back and start peppering kisses across his face. Scrunching up his shoulders, he collapses to the floor in a fit of giggles.
“Tickles. It t-t-tickles,” he squeaks in between laughs. Gripping his hands, I pull him up so that he’s standing in front me and I cup his cheeks in my hands. My eyes roam his face nervously, memorizing every little thing about him. Some people would probably think I’m overreacting, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-seven years, it’s that bad things can happen in the blink of an eye.
It’s that thought that makes my stomach twist in knots and I swallow hard, choking back my emotion. Max doesn’t need to see me cry. “I love you, buddy.”
“I love you too, mom,” he says with a wide, toothy smile.
“Listen to Nana and Papa and don’t ever walk away from them. Got it?”
“Got it,” he replies with a firm nod.
Bending down, my mom grabs Max’s overnight bag and tosses it over her shoulder. “Alright, Maxy, let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”
“Woo-hoo...” Max yells, his voice trailing off as he runs through the house.
Mom wraps her arm around my neck and pulls me into a hug. “He’s going to be fine. Stop worrying,” she soothes. “Enjoy your Max-free weekend. Get out and do something fun.”
Pulling back, I attempt to give her a genuine smile. Her face is full of amusement and her answering grin causes my smile to turn into a sob. My head drops to her shoulder and I hear her laugh quietly as she reaches up to wipe away the wetness from my eyes.
“Stop this...we will be back before you know it." She pats me twice on the back and then walks off, leaving me standing in the middle of Max’s bedroom.
Making my way to the living room, I find Max jumping excitedly from foot to foot. “I getta ride a big ferry wheel!”