Free Opposites Attract by Michelle M. Pillow Page A

barbells made a frenum ladder up his penis. Women loved the piercings, as it gave a French tickler effect.
    Remembering her thong underwear, he clung to the image, using it as he caressed himself. Ethan stifled a groan. He’d thought about kissing her nipple for so long his mouth actually ached to have it between his lips.
    He wondered what her cream would taste like, if he were to part her thighs and kiss her most intimately. Each woman was different. Some were sour, some sweet, some tangy and some just the perfect combination of all three. When she’d stepped out of the shower wearing nothing but her little nightie, he’d nearly lurched off the bed in attack mode. He had to make some lame excuse about football just to cover his response. The way the television light had illuminated her from behind had been torture. It silhouetted her body, showing the space between her narrow thighs, the outline of her slender waist. She was a lot skinnier than he liked, but still, she’d looked damn good in that nightgown.
    The image of her silhouetted body replaced the one of her butt in a thong. He stroked harder, squeezing his turgid flesh almost painfully. He shouldn’t be masturbating to Alexis. If he were thinking clearly, he’d know he didn’t like her, couldn’t possibly want her. Obviously, he wasn’t thinking clearly. Just remembering her defiance turned him on more.
    Reaching down, he cupped his balls, rolling them lightly in his palm. That felt good. Oh, he was close. If he just let go, he’d be there. He held back, savouring the anticipation of release, liking the image of Alexis’s body in his head. Just a little longer, he wanted to hold it off just a little longer.
    A knock sounded on the bathroom door. ‘Hello?’
    Hearing her voice, his body instantly jerked. He came hard on the shower wall. His mouth opened, frozen as he concentrated on not grunting his release. The knock sounded again, a little more insistent.
    ‘Um, sorry to bother you, but I really need to use the bathroom,’ Alexis called, ‘and you’ve been in there a while.’
    ‘One moment,’ he said, his voice hoarse. He tried to slow his heartbeat by taking deep breaths. His body protested as he shut off the water, wanting to bask in the afterglow of release.
    Nearly stumbling, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. In his haste, he threw the door open a little too quickly and dropped the towel. He wasn’t sure which of them was more shocked. Her eyes rounded and she gasped.
    ‘Ah, shit, one second. Sorry. All yours.’ Ethan hurried out of the bathroom as Alexis hurried in. Once the door shut, he started laughing. He’d just acted like a teenager caught masturbating by the girl he had a crush on. What did it matter? It wasn’t like she knew what he was doing. It wouldn’t matter if she did. He was an adult.
    Still chuckling at himself, he grabbed the first pair of blue jeans he found and slipped them on. Then sniffing an old T-shirt out of habit, he was glad to find it smelled clean. He pulled it over his head, hoping day two of the westward adventure would be better than the first.
    Ohio had been hilly as they’d neared Cleveland. But somehow, as they drove away from the city, the land became suddenly flat. As the car rolled down the interstate, Alexis saw peeks of Lake Erie’s shoreline through the trees. The water was almost a dark-green colour, but still very beautiful.
    ‘Look, we can go to a corn festival,’ Susan said cheerfully, pointing at a sign. ‘They have bluegrass.’
    No one answered her.
    Alexis sat in the back seat and didn’t say a word. When she’d gotten out of the bathroom that morning, Ethan insisted she eat the doughnut. Out of principle she tried to protest, until he said it was part of the free continental breakfast that came with the room.
    Everyone was getting along fairly well. It was probably because she didn’t really speak to Ethan and he’d barely said two words to her since getting in