Chapter Twenty-Six

Flynn

Myles and I have been making out every night in his apartment for the past week. Since our bit of fun in the dressing room at the department store I’ve tried to heat things up with him, but he won’t let me past the waistband of his lounge pants.

“That’s it. I’ve had enough.” My face scrunches up as I lean away from him. I pause our little make-out session as my frustration builds.

“Come on. I’m trying to be a gentleman.” He wavers as he adjusts his cock, which, judging by the outline on his pants, is quite sizeable.

“I’d say you’ve been more than a gentleman. I love kissing you, but you have to admit that it’s safe to say we can move things forward.” I pull away from him and lower my shirt, even though my bra remains opened underneath. “We aren’t teenagers anymore, for goodness sake.”

“Tink, can you tell me you don’t have any reservations about us? That if I have to leave tomorrow for a series of away games that could last three weeks, or even a month, that you’ll be okay? You won’t worry about fans coming on to me, or anything else? Because if you can guarantee that I have your confidence, I’m in.” He pulls himself to sit up on the couch. He has bedhead, and it looks so freaking sexy on him.

“I trust you. I do. Honestly, my mind has been wandering all over the place since yesterday, wondering why you won’t take me to bed. I’ve come up with the idea that maybe your cock doesn’t work.” I smile mischievously, knowing that comment will rile him up.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He shoots up onto his feet. I’ve struck a nerve. Well, too damn bad. He strums me every night and leaves me wanting more. I’m just playing with him now because I realize I have to change tactics. He’s being too overprotective of me. While it’s endearing, he’s frustrating the hell out of me.

“I’m not. Sloane’s mom is a sex guru, I was thinking of contacting her for advice. She could help us get your cock up and in working order,” I say with a straight face. Of course, I’m just saying this to cause a rise out of him. I know there isn’t anything wrong. He allows himself to press his hard length between my legs every night while we dry hump fully clothed. That’s the problem.

He stands in front of me and pins my hands above my head. “Do you know you drive me crazy?”

I nod.

He rolls his hips in my face, reminding me of Channing Tatum in that movie where he was a stripper and his girl-crush is pinned to a chair. My body spirals into an overload of lust.

“You’re teasing me now.” I say, my voice a little sultry.

“Am I now?” He continues to roll his hips. Only, my hands are pinned so I can’t reach out and touch him. “Tomorrow is the team Christmas party. I’m going to plan something special for after.” He stops undulating his hips. “You in?” he asks, looking down at me. I nod. Words are lost to me. “Is that a yes?” He waits.

“Yes.” He pulls away, making me feel bereft. “Tease.” I give him a mock frown. He extends his hand to pull me against him for a hug. With my ear pressed to his chest I hear the reverberations of his throaty chuckle.

“Good. Now go back to Oli’s. Get some rest. You have work tomorrow and a long night a head of you, and I need to go take a shower and jack off until the sun rises.”

I giggle and shake my head. “You have a good night. And just so you know, I could have at least alleviated your pressure with my mouth.” I wink and walk toward the door.

I hear Myles’s loud intake of breath in the background. I know I just played hardball to get him to cave and have sex with me. I just wish I knew why he was truly holding back.