“Harry Potter?” Zak frowned.
“Yeah, the wizard, you know?” Caleb said.
Sarah laughed. “He’s a bit young, but we listened to the audiobooks on a road trip, and now he’s a Potter fan.”
Jayden reached for Tammy’s hand—a brave move—and squeezed. “He could go for an hour, right?”
Fear flashed over her eyes, and he hated that it had to be there, but then she took a deep breath, set down her shoulders, and smiled. “Perhaps if we all walk back together and I can see where you’re at.”
“Sure.” Sarah smiled. “Pick up your painting, Caleb. Time to go.”
Jayden was pleased that Sarah’s house was only five doors south of where Tammy and Zak were living. Tammy visibly relaxed when she realized how close they were. She kissed Zak goodbye and told him to be good.
“See you in an hour, but don’t rush,” Sarah said with a smile. “When boys get into LEGOs, it’s as if they’re in anothertime zone.”
Jayden could vouch for that. Whenever he’d seen Zak playing with the little bricks, the absorption was absolute.
As he climbed the steps to Tammy’s place, he decided a shower was in order. He’d been jogging up and down the beach before school pick-up, not out of sight of the house, so his shorts and t-shirt were sweat-damp.
They stepped into the house, and as was Tammy’s habit, she locked and bolted the door.
“I’m gonna shower,” he said, stripping off his t-shirt.
Her gaze dipped to his torso, roaming over his full sleeve and then the continuation of tats that covered his right pec. The ink continued and slid down the right side of his torso, ending at his waist in a complex curl of vine leaves punctuated with gravestones, skulls, and the devil’s face.
It was the first time she’d seen him without a top on.
For a moment, they stood still. Was she fascinated or disgusted? He couldn’t tell.
Then she turned away and started fussing with Zak’s school bag.
His gaze roamed her small frame, the way it was prone to doing. Today, she had on a thigh-skimming dress, black with lace on the sleeves and around the hemline. It was a little big for her, and he wondered if he’d seen it on Brooklyn once upon a time. Either way, it suited Tammy. He liked the view of her slim legs and the way the material skimmed her ass.
What am I doing?
He tore himself away and headed for the shower. Once stripped and standing beneath the water, an image of Tammy naked, smiling and beckoning him, the black dress a forgotten heap on the floor, came to his mind.
“Fuck.”
His cock stiffened. His belly tensed. He took the shaft inhis hand and squeezed. It stiffened further, and he held in a groan.
It wasn’t just the thought of her naked that had lust pouring through his veins. It was the thought of this sweet but damaged woman wanting him. Trusting him enough to be the person to restore her faith in men.
He wanted to wrap her in his arms, show her pleasure, give her what she’d been missing out on, and then protect her from everything the universe might throw at her. He never wanted to see fear in her eyes again, only desire, trust, and love.
“Ah, crap.” He placed one hand on the tiled shower wall to steady himself then worked his cock root to tip.
There was only one thing for it. If he didn’t want a stiffy for the rest of the night, he’d have to knock one out. And he knew full well Tammy would be on his mind as he sought release.
He hung his head, gritted his teeth, and watched his cock tip peek from his fist as he set up a fast rhythm. Within a minute, his balls had retracted and the urge to finish was building.
What he wouldn’t do to explore her with his tongue, hear her orgasm, feel her pussy spasm around his cock.
He hissed in a breath, water pouring over his face and down his body. He was so close, nearly there. An erotic image of them fucking, writhing on the bed with complete abandon, filled his mind.
It tipped him over the edge in a way just thinking about a chick never had before. He bit on his bottom lip to stop from crying out and allowed his pleasure to rush up his cock.
Cum spurted onto the shower floor, and with it, a glorious sense of relief. Then another shot and another. He held his face to the warm water as he slowed and eased the grip on his shaft.