The Monster (Steamy Shorts #13)

Chapter 4

4

NIKOLAI

W hat the fuck?

Nina wanted to comfort me, and yet my caveman brain seemed to take it as an invitation to pounce on her.

The mattress dips as I sit on it and prop my elbows on my knees, clutching my head. Frustration and disappointment gnaw at me.

What if I scared her? What if I just undid all the ways I managed to put her mind at ease? What if she thinks I’m going to force myself on her now?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I have no idea how to navigate this situation I’m in. Why did I have to go fucking ruin everything by being unable to control myself? It took everything in me not to kiss her right there and then. Her mouth is so inviting, so soft, so plump.

My body lit up at her touch, stirring to life for the first time in thirty-two years. It’s a little unsettling but not entirely unpleasant.

Tomorrow. I will know tomorrow if all my efforts at easing her worries have gone down the drain. If she begins walking on eggshells around me. If she looks at me with fear.

Stripping off my clothes, I stand under the shower and brace both hands on the tiled wall, toying with the idea of finding my release.

I’ve been walking around with a boner all night, and I can’t take it anymore. With a growl, I wrap a hand around my cock and conjure Nina’s beautiful face and her fucking delectable body—all those soft, glorious curves.

It’s pathetic, jerking off to thoughts of my wife on our wedding night. But I’ll take it. As long as she’s across the room from me, I will keep my distance.

Even if that means fucking my hand day in and day out.