And before I can ask what he means, he walks out the door and shuts it behind him, leaving me to stew in my own raging desires.
Chapter 8
Liam
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Hours later
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I grab my saw and march outside into the frigid cold, heading straight toward the wood in the back of my shed that I already cut up. I grab a few blocks and place them on my work table in front of the cabin to cut them up into smaller pieces. But no matter how hard I saw, the adrenaline does not leave my body. And the hard-on straining against my jeans refuses to go down, even as hours have already passed since I last touched her.
Grunting, I work even harder, shaping the sticks to the appropriate size. I hold them up and lay them over the window to make sure they fit. But every time I look at that goddamn window, I see her staring right back at me with those big hazel eyes and that button nose of hers. It makes me want to march right back into that room and grab her, pin her down to the floor, claim her mouth, use her tongue, and take her every goddamn hole.
“Fuck!” I growl, and I chuck one of the wood blocks away out of sheer anger.
I can’t stop thinking about her, not even when I forcibly do something else.
Why has she invaded my every fucking thought?
I always thought the images would end once I finally had her in my clutches, but they’ve only worsened.
Especially now that I’ve touched her and seen her come from my own goddamn fingers.
Just thinking about it makes my dick twitch in my pants.
I’m not gonna get rid of this urge until I do something about it.
One final glance at the window over my shoulder. She ducks for cover when our eyes connect, but I know she’s looking.
And I don’t even fucking care anymore.
I throw down my saw and all the little blocks of wood, and I rip down my zipper to pull out my thick, long cock. Not even the cold air matters anymore as I start stroking my length with both hands. I don’t care if it’s wrong or right. All I care about is getting rid of this feeling. This need. This insatiable craving I have for her.
Just thinking about how she whimpered from my touch, her red-hot glowing skin, gets me all worked up and ready to pump right into my own goddamn hands. That’s how horny watching her fall apart made me.
It doesn’t take long for the pre-cum to appear, and I slather my length with it, sliding my fist up and down my shaft with ease. I groan out loud into the woods, not giving a fuck who hears. There’s no one around here anyway. Nothing but the trees, the birds, maybe some bears or wolves …
And Jasmine.
Just the thought of her watching me gets me all riled up.
So much that I’m panting, jerking off vigorously into the cold, moaning out loud.
And I can’t fucking help but let it all out. “Fuck!”
My cum jets out onto the ground, covering the moss with thick layers. But in my head, I picture her lying in front of me, legs parted, tits out on display with her mouth wide open while she begs me for more.
What I wouldn’t give for that to be true.
But reality is harsh, cruel, and as cold as this weather. That woman in there wants nothing to do with me, yet I want everything to do with her.
Fuck.
I tuck my cock back in my pants and zip up again.
It’s not nearly enough to satiate my wicked cravings, but it’ll have to do. The pent-up lust is gone, but the rage remains. And when I look over my shoulder, she’s right there, staring at me with wide-open eyes and her jaw practically on the windowsill.