“Seth?” I mumble, throwing an arm over my eyes. “What the hell?”
“You were having another nightmare.” He pauses, and I lift my arm to look at him. He’s frowning. He also looks like crap, eyes red and skin gray. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I don’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t a nightmare I was having. I twist sideways under my covers. My dick is still granite-hard. My balls ache. “I’m fine.”
Seth gives me one last long look. Then he grunts, rubs the back of his neck and shuffles out of my room. The door closes behind him.
My eyes close as I grip my cock and tug. Fuck, it’s so hard it hurts. Dream snatches still tease me—her moans, her face, her body, the softness inside of her—and my breathing grows ragged. I clench my fingers, thrusting into the tight tunnel, and it feels so damn good I can’t keep quiet. I muffle a moan into my pillow as I rock into my hand faster and faster.
It’s her I see. She draws me deep inside, calling out my name, her golden eyes half-shut, sweat making her skin gleam.
Oh shit, my balls lift higher and my whole body tenses. “Ev...”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my dick lurches in my hand. A groan escapes me nevertheless. Fuck, fuck. My whole body jerks on the mattress as my spunk spills over my fingers and shoots across my chest in hot streaks.
I’ve never come so fast in my life. I lie there, still holding my softening cock, gasping into the pillow. Holy shit. I can’t make myself move. I feel boneless and wrung out.
And this just after one kiss.
Hell.
Seth pours me a cup of black coffee as I enter the kitchen and slide into a chair at the table. He places it in front of me.
Damn, it’s one of those days. My joints and muscles ache, and generally, I just feel like shit. In fact, I’m still so bleary that it takes me a minute to realize that this—making me coffee, lingering in the kitchen—isn’t normal behavior for Seth. I grab the sugar and pour a generous amount into my steaming coffee, then remember I have to get up to get a spoon to stir it and sigh.
Fuck it. Who cares? I just need to wake up. I down half of it in one gulp, scalding my tongue, and blink at Seth.
“Spill,” I say, putting the mug down. “What’s wrong?”
He pushes a hand through his shaggy hair. “That girl. That’s what’s wrong.”
That girl. “Ev?”
“The girl you had with you at the cafe yesterday.”
I tense. “What about her?”
He sits across from me, folding his big hands on the scratched table top. “Is she the one you’ve been watching across the street?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” I hiss.
“She’s pretty.”
“I said, it’s none of your business.” I stand, shoving the table into him. Ev is my girl. He’d better keep his hands off her.
“Hey, relax.” Seth smirks and leans back, folding his arms across his chest. “Fuck, you have it bad, don’t you?”
I kick at a table leg and place my fists on the top. “You’re not going near her.”
“Why would I? Doesn’t look like she’d want me to. But when she finds out you were on the streets, too? What then, genius?”
Cold trickles down my spine. “I’ll tell her.”
“Micah.” Seth unfolds his arms and scratches his cheek. “This is weird, man.”
“I said I’ll tell her. If she doesn’t like it, then that’s okay.”
Only it isn’t. But what choice is there?