I take a bite and moan. “These are good.”
“Good? They’re f**king great is what they are.”
I hide my smile. “So you know I’m leaving tomorrow night.”
She stares down at her plate. “Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“Do you have anything you want to say to me?” I ask.
“Like what?”
“Do you care if I hook up with other girls while I’m away?” I ask her, hoping she might say that she minded. I want some kind of commitment from her.
Something.
Anything.
“Hook up with whoever you like,” she replies. Her tone is even, but I don’t miss the way her mouth tightens. She doesn’t like it—she just won’t admit to it.
So bloody stubborn.
“Well I’d rather you didn’t hook up with anyone while I was gone,” I tell her, trying to act casual and failing. The thought of her with someone else kills me, even though we aren’t exactly together.
Yet.
I’m working on it though.
“Well this is awkward,” she mutters under her breath. She sighs and turns her body to face me. “You said we were just friends. I’m pretty sure a friend wouldn’t ask me to be exclusive.”
I sigh. I want to tell her that she’s lying to herself if she’s still using the friend excuse, but I don’t, because, knowing her, she will stop letting me come over to spend time with her. This woman will use any weapon against me she can find, so I’m not going to give her any ammunition. I’ll let her play her games and live in denial.
For now.
“Okay,” I reply, standing up with my plate, rinsing it and putting it in the dishwasher. I hear her mutter another comment about a rock star who cleans up after himself. I close the space between us and kiss her on her temple.
“Thank you for breakfast. And even if you will be hooking up with others, I won’t, because there is no one else I want,” I whisper in her ear. I ignore her intake of breath and head straight for a shower.
Scrubbing my body with Tenielle’s olive scented soap, my hand wanders lower, rubbing the length of my hard cock. It’s like I’m always hard in her presence, and I could definitely use the release right now. A moan escapes my lips as I continue to stroke myself, my head tilting back against my neck. Water cascades over my face and drips down my body, my eyes squeezed shut as spurts of my release hit the wall. Lost in my own world, I don’t hear the door open.
“Holy shit!” Tenielle gasps.
I turn to look at her through the shower door and see her staring down at my cock, which I’m still holding in my hands. I quickly let it go, but her gaze remains fixated. Does she like what she sees?
“I’m pretty sure friends don’t barge in when people are in the shower either,” I say in a dry tone. My chest heaves slightly, my c**k starting to get hard again as she eyes it like it’s something she’d like to worship.
Fuck, I’d love that.
She licks her bottom lip. “Well I came in here because I need to take a shower and you were taking ages in here, but now I can see why…”
I scrub a hand down my face, wiping the water out of my eyes. “You can always join me, you know? It was you I was thinking of the entire time.”
She shakes her head, eyes flaring. “Not a good idea. If I get in there, I’ll have that,” she says, pointing at my semi-hard cock, “in my mouth before I knew what I was doing.”
Now my eyes widen. “Did you just say that?”
“Yes, I did. I’ve never tried to deny that you’re f**king hot Saxon, you are. Trust me, attraction isn’t the issue here,” she says. “Okay, I’m gonna go before… Yeah, I’m gonna go.”
With that—she walks out.
I’m not ashamed to say that after that, I made myself come once more.
*****
I slide on my jeans with nothing underneath while Tee hits the shower. The thought of her in there… Is it possible to want someone so much? I don’t even know what to do with myself. I groan out loud when it hits me that I’m acting like the bitch in the relationship. Not bothering with a shirt, I grab my keys and get ready to head back home. I still have a few things I need to do before we leave. Tee walks out a few minutes later, wearing skin tight jeans and a t-shirt that says, ‘Sorry for what I said when I was hungry.’
“I gotta get home,” I tell her, moving my gaze up to her face.
She leans her hip against the countertop. “Like that?”
“Like what?”
“With no shirt on,” she replies, her lips curving.
I look down at my bare chest. “It’s only a ten minute drive.”
“Don’t people recognise you?” she asks, stepping closer to me.
“I wear a hat. It’s the ultimate disguise. I’m kind of like Clark Kent, except with a hat instead of glasses,” I tell her, loving the laugh my comment incites from her.
“I think your tattoos and nipple rings are a dead giveaway. You do have Morning Alliance tattooed on your chest.”
“That’s because you know me. No one else pays attention. Now come here and give me a hug because I won’t see you until I get back from tour,” I tell her.
She wraps her arms around my waist and lays her cheek on my chest. “Be safe.”
“Safe?”
“Yeah you know, swarming women and whatnot,” she replies. “There is one good thing about you guys leaving though.”