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“Holden?” I hear my name. My fantasy almost seems to be coming to life.

“Yeah?”

Knock.

My eyes shoot open, landing on my doorknob.

I’m praying that I am imagining things.

Knock. “Hey, um…Holden, it’s me…Conleigh.”

Fuck! Did she hear me?

“I hope I’m not waking you. Holden? Are you there?”

Hell yes, sweetheart, I’m here.

I let out a growl.

“Holden…”

My name leaving her lips sends me over the edge and I explode, all over her sock.

“Just a minute,” I grunt out as my dick spasms, jetting my cum all over my hand.

I look down at the mess I made, and it hits me, I just choked my chicken to thoughts of my best friend’s girl. And not only that, I stole her fucking sock to masturbate with. What in the hell is wrong with me?

“I’m running late and in a hurry. My Uber was a no show and I need you to give me a ride, please?”

“I’m coming!” I snap. No, I already did that. I shake my head, wad her abused sock up in my fist and shove it in the drawer of my nightstand. I hurry and pull my jeans from last night back on. I wipe my hand across my brow. Fuck. I just smeared my spunk on my forehead. This is a damn disaster. I grab my dirty shirt from my chair and make do, using it as a rag.

I do a check in the mirror. I appear normal. Sweaty but normal.

Opening my door, I lean against the frame, so she can’t fully see me. “Hey, what’s up?” My voice comes out in a breathless whisper.

She smiles at me. Then she licks her bottom lip. My cock jerks. Fucking jerks at the sight of her teasing that lip, wishing it were my dick she was caressing with that tongue. I’ve got a serious problem. It isn’t just now hitting me how damn attractive Ezra’s girl is, I’ve wanted Conleigh since I first laid my eyes on her. I shake my head. I gotta snap out of it. I just need a good lay, that’s all. I can’t keep having these fantasies about her. It’s been two years of this torture and now she is staying across the hall from me. I’m a dead man.

“I could really use a ride.”

“Yeah, sure.” Fuck yeah, I got something she can ride all day and all night.

“Oh, I forgot to give you your key back. I have Ezra’s, so I’ll get a copy made later today.”

“Thanks.” I snatch my keys from her hand and slam my door in her face.

Real smooth asshole.

Chapter 9

Conleigh


Tags: Glenna Maynard Romance