Victor (Chicago Blaze 3)

“Boring!”

My boss’s voice snaps me out of my reverie. I start moving before he even gets to me, because I know what he’s about to say.

These meatballs ain’t gonna serve themselves.Chapter EighteenVictorFinally, a day off.

I’m not even working out today. It’s rare for me to take a day completely off, but I need it.

Usually it’s painful to set up large payments to my mom’s former boyfriend Bryan. But this time, I just left the cash where he instructed and mentally moved on immediately. Fifty grand is a hell of a lot of money, but that’s just not where my head’s at right now.

I’m thinking about Lindy. Last night I had a dream about her, and it hasn’t left my mind since I woke up this morning.

We were at the VIP event, and she was holding her tray of meatballs. Not caring about any of the other people there, I took the tray from her and tossed it to the ground. Her eyes widened with surprise and she licked her lips as I stepped closer and undid the buttons on her shirt, starting at the top. One at a time, I slowly unfastened them, my gaze on her parted lips the entire time.

Until I got to the final button. Once her white shirt was all the way open, I put my hands on her waist and let my gaze fall to her small round breasts, absolutely flawless in a simple white satin bra.

Her nipples were swelling against the fabric, just like my cock inside my pants. Part of me wanted to rip the bra off and get my mouth on those nipples, but another part wanted to just keep looking, high on seeing this side of sweet, shy Lindy.

She reached up and pulled her hair out of its ponytail then, shaking her hair out until it fell around her shoulders. I was mesmerized, unaware of anything but her.

It was just a dream—other than the part about the rock hard erection. When I woke up with morning wood, I jerked off, coming quickly as I replayed the dream over and over.

I texted her earlier and asked her to come over today so we can talk. Her response floored me.

I have a date with Ryan tonight. I hate to cancel with no explanation, so I’m going to go. I’ll text you after.

Once again, I wanted to crush my phone to dust in my hand. I thought for sure we were on the same page yesterday. When I told her I’m the man who gets her and knows how great she is, I saw a happy light in her eyes.

But Lindy’s a good person. A noble one. I’m not surprised she doesn’t want to just ditch Lyin’ Ryan, but I am disappointed. I’d been secretly hoping she’d come right over when I asked her to meet me to talk today.

Instead, I’m scrubbing my silverware tray. I tried to watch some Netflix, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Lindy, and ended up pacing around my living room.

All this thinking has helped me figure shit out though, which isn’t a bad thing. Anton was right—I’ve always gone for women I had to chase. I’ve also always liked women who know how to give great blowjobs, and who know exactly what they want in bed. We cut to the chase and get to getting each other off—in the bedroom, everything was reciprocal.

But with Lindy…it’s different. I can tell she’s inexperienced. The thought of that Ryan guy having his hands on her sends me into a jealous frenzy. She should discover what pleasures her sensually. Tenderly. Maddeningly slowly. With me.

Lindy’s way too good for a guy to stick his dick in to get himself off. I don’t mind being hard for her and not being able to do anything about it just yet. In fact, I like it. It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced.

There’s a balance to us. She likes and accepts me exactly as I am. Not because I’m an NHL player, or because I’m rich. She’s fiercely loyal in her own shy way. And I like and accept her just as she is, too. I like Lindy for her heart and her mind. And falling for those parts of her first has made me want her body like I’ve never wanted any woman’s before.

Trying to keep myself busy, I’ve cleaned and organized all my kitchen drawers, which weren’t that messy to begin with, and it’s only mid-afternoon. Fuck.

I separate my laundry into dark and whites, start the first load, and then order groceries online. I look down at my lap after I hit the send button for the supermarket and shake my head. Ridiculous. I’m like a horny teenager today, unable to keep my dick from standing at attention.

What’s a guy with a massive, stubborn boner to do? I get in the shower and jerk off again, this time fantasizing that Lindy will show up any moment and ask me to undress her, her cheeks stained a bright shade of pink the entire time.