Chapter Eight
Gray
“No, not yet.” I groaned into my pillow as the alarm on the phone came to life. It had taken most of the night to fall asleep, and I was exhausted. Well, most of me was. My erection was trying to screw the mattress.
“Stop it.” I pushed down one more time, then rolled over and snatched the phone off of the nightstand. After turning off the noisemaker, I sank back into my pillows and threw the sheets over my head. A split second later my hand was squeezing my shaft, and I wondered how I’d been able to resist the urge to jerk one out the night before.
Normally I loved to get myself off. It hurt no one, felt amazing, and best of all it was free. But every time I’d shut my eyes to imagine some anonymous hot guy, images of Rémy invaded my brain. So, I’d turned to porn. An
