SOUL TIES (The Sánchez Brothers Series, Book 1)

CHAPTER 29 : ANDRE

I couldn't sleep.

Two whole hours in the nice and dark room, yet I couldn't catch a wink. I couldn't even close my damn eyes or think straight. It was like my body and mind weren't under my control anymore. Something else was controlling them.

Lust.

I'd long known there was a difference between lust and horniness. Horniness was more of a biological thing, the way your body responded to certain situations. Lust was different.

Lust was wrapped around an object of attraction. Or objects, depending on your sexual preference. Emotions, regardless of how ephemeral they were, came into play. Lust was responsible for horniness most times, it was far more superior.

And I was humble enough to realize that I was overcome with lust.

The object of my attraction?

She was probably laying in that room upstairs, and I realized I was a fool. When Elliot suggested I stay the night, I should had refused cos staying there with the knowledge his daughter would sleep under the same roof and I wouldn't be able to do shit with her was a horrible idea.

It was like swinging a bag of cocaine before the bloodshot eyes of an addict in a rehabilitation center. That was fucking torture.

Who the fuck tortured themselves willingly, just for the fun of it?

Me.

And that's why I was all alone on the bed, struggling with an erection that was almost starting to hurt.

Every thought I'd had in the past two hours somehow connected to her.

Sky.

Just thinking about her face brought a wistful smile on my face. It was quite delightful that none of my homeboys were present to see me in such a sappy state. They'd laugh at me to death, no doubt. Connor was the only one who'd understand since he was totally whipped for his wife. It'd probably even gotten worse since she just gave birth to their twin girls.

What would it be like to have kids with Sky someday?

Bro, you haven't even kissed her on the lips ever. Calm the fuck down.

I cursed at my subconscious, thanks for reminding me that I'd not made a lot of progress with Sky. I was aware that I shouldn't be thinking about sex, but I was a man. A straight man. All I thought about was sex.

Before Sky, I didn't have a problem. I had sex every week. Of course, I wasn't like José who was always balls deep in different women all day, everyday. I just had a few no strings attached relationships and I called whoever I wanted to whenever I felt the need.

But from that day she had a flat tyre at work and I stayed behind to help, I just couldn't get myself to fuck some other lady.

Why?

Cos I wanted to fuck her and only her. I wanted to know what sounds she'd make if I sucked on her clit, how hard I'd have to pound her to make her scream my name, what faces she'd make if I teased her pussy with the tip of my dick. She'd probably scowl and curse me out, that sounded like something she would do. I chuckled at the thought of that.

My penis twitched in the big sweatshorts Elliot had graciously given to me to sleep in and I groaned in mild frustration. Everything was making my imagination go wild. Even the fucking wood table against the wall looked like something I'd want to bend her over.

She was probably fast asleep while I was mentally fatigued from thinking about her.

When I saw that guy leer at her on the ice rink, I wanted to gouge the motherfucker's eyes out. It didn't help that the bastard had to tell me that he was her ex, like the fuck was that? That was what made me claim her as my girlfriend before the fucker and the look on his face was worth it.