Addicted After All (Addicted #3)(106)

I feel like I’m walking a mile in Lily’s shoes.

I lean my shoulder blades against the tiled shower wall and shut my eyes. My brain has warred against me. All I see is Lily lying naked, with her legs spread open, begging for me, clutching the sheets like she may touch herself if I don’t hurry.

And when she stares at my hard cock, her * starts to soak. She cries and pleads.

I rest my head back, my hair wet. The longer strands stick to my forehead.

I’m torturing myself. She’d want me to jerk off. She’d feel guilty otherwise, but I’m going to feel like an ass if I do it. I just hate that she can’t touch herself but I can. Beads of water drip off my eyelashes as I think.

Screw this. She’s in the nursery right now. She won’t even know.

I grip my shaft, and the touch instantly pulls me out of my confliction. My lips part, and I stare up at the ceiling. I stroke my length, every nerve amplifying the sensations. I continue the movement, harder and determined.

I imagine Lily.

She has the “I have to come right now” expression, an urgency that always makes me push deeper. I ram between her legs, and her fingers dig into my back like she might fall.

“Lo!” she cries.

What gets me off most are her reactions, not our positions. She writhes beneath me, delicate and ravenous. She wants to be filled so deep that she can’t see straight, and it’s written all over her face.

In the shower, my strokes quicken and I let out a gruff noise. God I want to f*ck her. I want to feel how wet she becomes just by looking at me. To thrust until she clenches around me. It drives me over.

“Christ,” I groan. Here in the now, I release, so rapidly that I let out a staggered breath. My hand keeps moving, milking the orgasm for all its worth. I lean my head back against the wall again, taking a moment to come down.

After I clean myself off and shut the water, I turn for my towel that hangs on the glass. I freeze, noticing a shadow by the crack of the bathroom door.

I had closed that door…

Lily.

Please, no.

The bottom of my stomach falls.

The worst thing that could happen: turning on Lily Calloway while she’s supposed to be celibate.





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LILY CALLOWAY



He didn’t see me. He didn’t see me.

I’m a Peeping Tom. A loser who spied on her boyfriend jerking one off in the shower. A red-like rash has spread from my forehead to my toes, and I scamper into our bedroom, away from the shower, the bathroom, him…

The spot between my legs keeps clenching for his hardness.

That hardness that I just saw. I want it. In me. Now.

I didn’t even mean to look. After I put Maximoff in his crib for a nap, I had a funny thought about panda bears or maybe superpowers. I can’t even remember what it was, but I planned to share it with Lo. And as I cracked the bathroom door, I witnessed something very hot. Maybe too hot. My body is overheating in a bunch of bad-good ways.

I could have stopped looking after the first minute but…

It’s just been so long since I’ve seen Lo masturbate. Hell, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anything remotely that sexual.

OhmyGod. Was that porn? Did I just watch a Loren Hale live porno?

Oh no.

“Lily,” Lo calls, and I take the opportunity to dart into our closet. It’s not as big as the master, but it’s a walk-in. I act like I’m searching for something important. Anyway, I really do need to. Rose said she didn’t believe that Lo and I used handcuffs, and I told her that I’d find them for proof. We also wanted to compare which guy buys the better ones. I think it’s Lo. She thinks it’s Connor.

It’s yet to be proven.

“Lily?” Lo opens the closet.

“Huh?” My heart is exploding out of my chest. I can’t look at you. I focus on the long rows of black, red, and gray graphic tees that he wears. He’s concerned about me. My coping mechanisms have always been sex. And babies are stressful. Even if Moffy is a good baby—it can be a lot. The lack of sleep mixed with the temptations at night, especially as the soreness wears off.

Without sex, I turn into a paranoid person who browses the internet for trashy gossip sites and craves touch like an itch I can’t quite scratch. It’s all a mess.

I’m a mess.

But I’ve been doing my best. No sex. No penetration. No self-love.

It’s the longest I’ve been abstinent in years.

The moisture on my panties is not helping things. But I won’t take back what I saw…unless it really is porn. Then I kinda feel guilty. My elbows are burning.

“Please don’t play dumb with me,” Lo says. “Lily.” He grabs my arm and twists me around. His amber eyes rush over mine, reading where my head is at.

He has a towel wrapped low around his waist, and my eyes travel along his wet, glistening chest. The ridges in his abs, the cut of his biceps. I am picturing a fully naked body. His hand on his erection, rubbing and stroking and pleasing himself. It’s so hot that I think my brain will fry.

“Lil,” he says sternly, pinching my chin and lifting my gaze back to his eyes.

“Lo,” I reply in the same voice.

He licks his lips. Those pink lips… Kiss me. “Did you see me jerk off?” he asks.