I open my mouth to protest, but not wanting to sound like a drama queen all over, I catch myself.
“Anyway, I have to head back to the shop, collect the trailer and all the gear we’re gonna need. Wanna come or do you want to get your own stuff together?” he asks, looking more like good old dad with every word.
If dad does suspect something between Steve and me, he’s choosing to believe I’d never do anything like that.
I almost wish that were true, but the feeling deep inside me, that rush I get whenever I think of Steve is too much.
I’m hooked.
“I’ll get ready here, Dad. And sorry, bad day on the job search but who knew the perfect job was waiting for me at home all along?” I chime, leaning in to peck his cheek before he heads out.
“I won’t be too long, we can talk more when I get back.” He lets me know on his way out.
Once I hear his truck pull away, I stand in the hall, inhaling the last of Steve’s cologne, then rush to the couch and hug the pillow he held that still smells like him too.
Throwing myself back on the couch, squeezing the lifeless pillow as if it were the man himself, it registers how silly it would be to even try and pleasure myself.
Not that that’s something I’ve ever done before, but when I’ve got Steve on the brain, I get that feeling and I know now he’s the only one who can scratch this itch.
I jump with a shock when the phone rings right by my head, my shivering breath turns to a purr and I tremble as my hand moves down between my legs after all.
Under the commanding tone of his voice on the other end of the line, it’s hopeless.
Resistance is useless.
But I need Steve’s hands on me, not my own.
CHAPTER FOUR
Steve
What the fuck am I thinking?
What the hell am I doing?
Both questions are canceled out by two things. The aching tent pole in my jeans and the feeling in my chest as I say her name over and over again,
Penny.
She’s suddenly the reason for everything.
I couldn’t stay a second longer once Mike walked in on us. I know what he saw and his face told me everything in an instant, even though he wouldn’t want to believe Penny could possibly fall for an older guy like me.
Could she though?
I try to tell myself, and them that I have an early start; that I need to get back to business in readiness for the race tomorrow.
But as soon as I hear that door close behind me, as soon as I feel myself moving away from her, it all feels wrong.
No. She belongs with me now, forever.
I only get as far as the end of the street before I swing around and double back, parking on the street by her side of the house, right by her window too.
If I can’t be with her tonight, I’ll be damned sure and make sure I can keep an eye on her.
My eyes, nobody else’s.
I call the team manager, who puts off our meeting anyway, telling me to only make sure I get a good night’s rest. That we have all day tomorrow to go over things.
I couldn’t agree more, and the best rest for me right now is knowing Penny is safe and under my watchful eye.
Almost as soon as I hang up, I see Mike’s truck head out in the opposite direction. He’s alone.
And that means Penny is now too.
Just watch the place. No point in causing any more trouble for one day. Just wait and see how things pan out. You still don’t really know if she’s interested. Not in that way…
But in a split second, I groan aloud, the feeling of my thick hardness shifting to the point of agony in my pants, mixed with the memory of her smooth soft hand on mine.
A low growl escapes me and before I can even think, I’m like a possessed beast. A wild animal who feels caged off from the one thing he knows is his.
And she will be mine, I’ve decided.
I can’t live the rest of my life with this feeling. The emptiness without her, even though she’s only a few damned feet from me.
No…
I have to speak with her.
The instant calm I get, the lightness inside me and the yearning that her sweet voice brings is so good on the one hand, but puts me in an impossible position on the other.
Her voice has an edge to it, it matches how I feel inside, but I don’t want to scare her off by being too forward either.
Not yet.
“Are you alone?” I ask her, rolling my eyes as I instantly fail in my efforts to be subtle.
“I mean… I just passed your dad, and I have some paperwork. Insurance stuff that I should really get signed tonight,” I correct myself.
It’s a half-truth, but there’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow, except my need, my boiling desire to see her again.
To have her touch me again.
Her voice shivers in a way I imagine it will once my hands touch more of her body than just her hand.
My mouth working over every inch of her, tasting her.
Adoring her in every way I can think of.
Jesus, Steve cut it out!
My dick’s so hard, and I can feel precome oozing from it now. The urge to whip it out and stroke myself to what I know would be the biggest climax of my life is only prevented by my need to save it all for her and her alone.
I can’t waste it.
It’s all for her.
“I’m glad you called,” is all she manages before she lets out a sound which I swear, no mistake is a soft moan as I hear her shifting on the other end of the line, like she’s laying down.
I bite down on my
