“Thanks, Ryan. I appreciate it. We’ll talk later?”
“Sounds good. Take it easy.”
“Will do. Bye.”
“Bye, gorgeous.”
A few seconds later, my phone vibrates with a new photo. Harper in a rocking chair, smiling at the camera like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. Definitely need one of these.
That woman.
Damn it.
I go inside and throw my bag on the couch. Then I go straight to my bedroom and into the bathroom. The floor is littered with my sweaty clothes when I step into the shower, turning it as hot as I can take it. My cock jerks in anticipation, knowing exactly what’s going to happen.
The water pounds down on me, and a low groan comes from the back of my throat the second I grip my heated skin hard and squeeze. My slow pace quickly speeds up as the pressure builds, and I’m desperate to come. My mind is filled with pictures of Harper, and I stroke from tip to base and pull on my balls.
With my hand back at my hard length, I pump my hips in unison until I come so hard, I have to prop myself against the wall to keep upright. My breathing is harsh, and my pulse is out of control.
I send as much oxygen into my lungs as I can in an effort to calm my body, but it’s not an easy feat. This has only taken off the edge of my desire for Harper. The longing to be with her is still as strong as before.
When will I be able to see her again?