Free Unrestricted by Kimberly Bracco

to speak her mind. Now, she has no qualms about speaking it whatsoever. It makes me want her even more. Despite the fact that the girl won’t give me the time of fucking day, I can’t stop thinking about her spread out before me with all that fire in her eyes.
    My shower turns steamy, the hot water pounding my back as I stand there, thinking about fucking Ashley. My hand wraps around my cock of its own volition. The contact makes me hiss. The roughness of my hand is nowhere as arousing as the warmth and sweetness of Ashley’s. I picture her in front of me, on her knees, begging me to fuck her. Her pleading in my mind turns me on even more.
    “I want you, Tanner.”
    “Fuck me, Tanner.”
    “I need you, Tanner.”
    I stroke myself harder, faster, squeezing my engorged head with every pass. Fantasy Ashley leans forward and licks my cock from root to tip, “Fuck my mouth, Tanner.” Her words in mind send me over the edge. I fuck my own hand mercilessly as I picture each spurt of cum landing on another part of Ashley’s body, marking her, claiming her as mine again. The relief of my orgasm only lasts a moment as the tension creeps back in.
    It’s as though I’ve gone back to the very beginning, before we were together. I’m stuck picturing all the ways I want to fuck her while rubbing one out in the shower. It’s pure torture, and it’s draining me slowly. At this point, everyone has noticed that something’s off with me. The fact that I’ve been a complete asshole hasn’t helped, but I honestly don’t know what to do or where to go from here. I wish I had someone other than Alex and my parents to help me navigate my way through this mess. It sucks to realize that you’ve fallen in love with a woman who absolutely hates you.

Chapter 7
    Quinn
     
    “Where are we going?” I ask Alex when I realize we’re in the middle of a suburban neighborhood—nothing but tree-lined streets of enormous houses. I have no idea where we are. “I thought we were going to dinner.”
    “We are. I just need to check on the swelling in one of the guy’s knees before we go.” A devious smile takes over his face as he reaches over the center console of the car to place his hand on my thigh.
    “Oh, okay. You could have mentioned that, you know.” I smile back at him as I run my finger under the cuff of his jacket to get to the spot on the back of his wrist that drives him crazy. Seeing his smile reminds me how much of an easygoing guy he really is. Everything with Alex is fun and laid-back. I’d never thought I’d end up having a repeat guy, but with Alex, it’s effortless. I’ve grown to like it, but I’d never admit it out loud. Being with him breaks all my rules, but the sex is so spectacular that it’s definitely worth it—at least it will be until he turns out to be like every other shithead out there, lying and selfish.
    We pull into the driveway of a beautiful mansion, bigger than most of the ones I’ve seen. But then again, the guy who lives here is a professional football player, so I don’t know why I’d expect to see anything less than a towering monstrosity like this one.
    Alex hops out and walks around to get my door. “Come on,” he says, opening it.
    “What? Why do you need me to come in? I’ll wait here. It’s fine,” I tell him but immediately second-guess the decision. “Unless you’re going to be a while. Is this going to take a long time?” I definitely don’t want to be sitting in the car for an hour.
    “Whether it takes five minutes or three hours, you aren’t staying in the car. That would be very rude of me, don’t you think?” He offers his hand to help me out of the car. There’s a weird expression on his face I can’t decipher. It could be annoyance at me for wanting to wait in the car… or maybe nervousness about introducing me to the person inside. We don’t do things like meeting friends and family, which makes me wonder why he’s so hell-bent on me coming in.
    I grab my