Fuck, stop thinking about her.
I push her out of my mind, focusing on tomorrow’s to-do list. It works for a minute. Until I realize that tomorrow will also be spent next to her. I picture how she looked today. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide—her tight as fuck clothes showcasing how well she’s grown into her curves. Blood rushes straight to my cock, making it throb painfully. I groan, trying to ignore it.
I will not jerk myself off to thoughts of her.
My hand is already moving south as I think the words, wrapping around my shaft, sliding up and down once… twice… a third time. Slowly stroking. Teasing myself, as I close my eyes and let Goldi overtake my mind completely.
Fuck, that feels good.
My cock thickens. I start to thrust into my fist, picturing myself ripping the buttons off that cream blouse she was wearing. Feeling the weight of her breasts in my hands. My hips jerk as I think of her body, every inch of her delicious curves pressed up against me. Her vanilla scent invading my senses as I put my leg between hers, feeling her heat as she grinds on my thigh. I imagine her whimpers, eyes half-mast as she gets lost in the pleasure, my name on her lips—and that’s all it takes for me to explode. Euphoria spreads through my body as cum shoots out of my tip, my head thrown back from the force of my orgasm.
I lean my head against the wall, the cool tile calming my racing heart, as I pant from the exertion. Holy fuck. I haven’t come that hard in years.
As the haze lifts, guilt weaves its way through my body. She would fucking hate me—more than she already does—if she knew I was getting off to her in the shower like a fucking pervert. But that doesn’t stop me from doing it all over again in the morning.
I stop at the coffee shop on my way into work. I’m standing in line when a voice interrupts my perusal of the menu.
“I know my eyes must be deceivin’ me, ‘cause there is no way on God’s green Earth that Chase Adams is standin’ here in Sugarlake.”
Fucking, perfect. I spin around. “Hi, Becca. Long time.”
“Not long enough,” she responds, a smile as sweet as candy painting her face.
“Goldi didn’t tell you I was back?”
Becca’s eyes widen before she schools her features, and I realize I may have just fucked-up and thrown Goldi under the bus.
“What Lee and I talk about is none of your concern. Actually, nothin’ to do with Lee is your concern.” She eyes me critically. “Are you back for good?”
I nod, giving her a smirk. “Afraid so. Sorry to disappoint.”
Her eyes ice over. “You think this is a joke?” Her finger pokes at my solar plexus, digging in just enough to hurt. “You better stay the hell away from Lee, Chase. I’m not kiddin’. You have no business sniffin’ around her after what you did.”
I’ve moved up in line and order my coffee from the barista. Once I pay, I move to the side, waiting until Becca’s done with her order before I speak. “Listen, not that I owe you any explanations, but I was a kid when I was with Goldi, and yeah, I screwed up. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. I would apologize, but the only person who deserves the words is Goldi, and she isn’t exactly open to hearing them. And that’s okay, I’ve come to terms with how things are. But I’m here. I’m not leaving. My family needs me, and that’s my only concern. I don’t want to cause any problems.”
Becca squints, her head angling as she taps her high-heeled foot. “You’re different.”
My mouth quirks. “Yeah, well, growing up can do that to a person.”
“Whatever. Just remember what I said. Stay away from her, Chase. Live your life and let her live hers. She’s moved on and she doesn’t need you messin’ with her head.”
The barista calls my name, handing over my coffee, but I’ve lost the taste for it.
I think about Becca’s words all the way to Sweetwater.
Jack, the head of my demolition crew, is waiting for me in the parking lot when I arrive. Today we’re doing a standard walk-through of the property. Laying out what needs to be done, and checking for hazardous conditions. If all goes smoothly, we’ll be able to start the demolition of the main area in the next couple of weeks.
“Hey, Jack.”
“Chase, good to see you, man. Is it just us today?”
“Yep. You and me, buddy. Well, almost. The owner’s a little suffocating, to say the least. She put her office manager on us like a guard dog.”
I look around the lot, checking for Goldi’s car. She’s still driving that same shitty Kia she had eight-years ago. I wonder if she’s holding on to it for sentimental value, or if she hasn’t had the money to get a new one. I’m surprised as hell the thing even runs. I guess if she’s still friends with Jax that probably explains it. Becca’s parting words filter through my mind. Is she with Jax now? My stomach curdles at the thought, and envy that I have no right to feel spreads through my veins.
Jack pats me on the shoulder before heading inside. I steal another glance at Goldi’s car, mentally preparing myself for another day in her presence. I’m gonna get my money’s worth this month with Doc, that’s for sure.
I don’t see her at all while we conduct the walk-through, and I’m grateful for it. She’s the worst kind of distraction, and I need to focus on the task at hand. It’s not until
