“Fuck,” I say. “I’m really sorry. I have no idea why, but some wires must have gotten crossed. I’ll get it sorted first thing in the morning.”
They both look relieved. “We hoped it was something like that,” Asher says.
“Yeah, I’m really sorry.”
Hudson shakes his head. “Don’t apologize for something that’s not your fault. Just keep us posted.”
I snort. “No kidding. That’s the last thing we fucking need.” They both laugh. “Oh, and rafting is off the table until further notice. I’ve never seen the river like that. It’s my fault that I didn’t double check after my last route, but it’s never been that high.”
Hudson looks at Asher. “Will that cause cancellations?”
“It might. But hopefully not too many. Especially since it’s not like we can control the amount of snow that melts into a river.”
I’m the one that laughs this time. “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe how bad that would have been if you hadn’t gotten to her.”
The familiar hollow feeling that I had when I was driving Diana to the hospital comes back. “I don’t even want to think about that.”
“Best not,” Asher agrees.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll let you know what happens with the money.”
I’m sure that it’s a misunderstanding. It has to be. I can’t think of a reason why my parents would drop what they agreed to. It’s probably just a delay of some kind. But if it isn’t, I would still make it work. The one good thing about coming from money is that banks love you. There would be no issue securing a loan, but I’d rather not do that. Plus, even without a problem getting approved, I doubt that I could get the money in six days.
But it’s a problem for the morning. Right now, I’m heading back to my house to strip and take care of my cock, which is more than eager to spring up at the slightest thought of Diana and her fantastic ass.
I don’t even bother putting away my clothes as I strip on the way to the shower. Fuck a cold shower, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right.
The water is barely hot before my hand is running up and down my shaft, the shower echoing with the sound of my groans. She’s not even here, and this is what she does to me. That kiss explodes into my memory, and I let it go further in my mind. The way I wish it had gone if we’d been somewhere more private and we hadn’t been coming back from a hospital.
In my imagination, I push her back onto the seat of the truck, listening to her panting breaths and running my hand down the center of her chest. What color would her nipples be? Would they match her lips? Or would they be a deeper, richer pink? Either way, I want to see them—make them hard. See if she’s the kind of woman that loves a mouth there or if I can make her come from touching them alone.
I imagine pulling down those soft yoga pants she’d worn back from the hospital and finding her wet. Soaking, just for me. And that’s as far as I get before pleasure blazes down my spine like fire, and I come the hardest I’ve ever come while alone.
Shit.
And that wasn’t even the best part of that fantasy. That best part is yet to come. Maybe I do need a cold shower, otherwise I’m just going to keep imagining and keep going until I come again. And again. Until I can’t anymore.
That’s how much I want her.
As if my cock hears me, it grows hard again like I’m a fucking teenager ready to fuck like a rabbit. The body wash is in my hand before I really even think about it, the new slippery sensation sending my mind into overdrive as I imagine that it’s her and her heat surrounding me.
It’s going to be a long night.
The entire night is restless, even though I come more times in a night than I have in recent memory. Because it’s official. Diana is under my skin. And now I’m exhausted and somehow still wanting more. But if there is more, it has to be with her. There’s only so much my hand can do.
Right now I have to put that aside because I have phone calls to make. I turn on the coffee maker and send a prayer out into the universe that it’s just a misunderstanding or a mistake. That’s all I can really afford it to be.
Once I have a cup of caffeine that makes me feel more like a human, I dial my family’s accountant. His name is Jerry, because of course it is. He’s a nice man, but if you thought about the word accountant, he’d certainly fit the bill.