The room I was staying in had a view of the front driveway. I parted the blinds just far enough to be able to look out without being noticed. I felt a lump in my throat as I watched her back out of the driveway and slowly make her way up the snow-covered street.

Be safe beautiful. I’ll be seeing you soon.

For some reason, my mind started wondering what her home looked like. I wondered if it was something like Curtis lives in or does she live in something more like the prison I was accustomed to. I had no idea what she did for a living, so I had no idea how she lived.

I also wondered if she was heading home to an empty house where she would spend her evening alone, perhaps reading a book or catching up on some shows on Netflix. Was it the other way around? Did she have someone to go home to?

I realized how stupid it was that I was even thinking that way. She was a knockout. There was no way in hell she didn’t have someone waiting for her at home.

Alexa didn’t have a ring on her finger. I know because I checked. Still, it would amaze me if she didn’t at least have a boyfriend. Even if she did, she probably also had a long line of guys banging her door down for a chance to take her out in the event her boyfriend ever fucked things up.

If there was a list, I wanted to know how to get on it because I would love to throw my name into the hat. Of course, what kind of chance would a guy like me have with a girl like her? She wouldn’t want someone like me. I’m not educated like the guys she undoubtedly dates. Besides, when she looked at me in the kitchen, she didn’t have a desire in her eyes, did she?

That girl seemed like one of the good ones and was almost guaranteed to be out of my league. After all, what did I have going for me? I was an ex-con who literally just got out of prison that morning. Of course, she had no clue about that and just knowing that my past was hidden was enough to bring a smile to my face.

As far as I was concerned, there was no reason to ever tell her about my prison sentence. Curtis was even keeping it from Kin, so I know he’d be the last person to say anything about it. If Kim didn’t need to know, why did Alexa?

I grabbed my stuff and made my way to the bathroom. The thought of taking a hot shower sounded like a dream, and I was about to take advantage of it as much as I could. It had been years since I was last able to take a shower without having to see a bunch of swinging dicks all around me.

As quickly as I could, I stripped out of my clothes and stretched until I couldn’t stretch anymore. The amount of tension and soreness in my body was unreal, thanks mostly to all the walking I had to endure. The fact that it was freezing outside only served to make matters worse. I turned on the hot water and watched in awe as steam started to rise from the faucet.

Prison showers had only two settings. Hot was what you enjoyed for the first 30 seconds, but as soon as that ran out, it was like being in an Alaskan ice field. That water was cold, but it was what we had to wash off with.

Catching a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror made me cringe. I looked like shit. Guys didn’t spend much time looking into the mirrors in prison, so it’s easy to let yourself go. My hair as a mess, my eyes had huge bags under them, and my facial hair was disastrous. I looked like the mugshot of every psychopath that’s ever been arrested.

Even through all that, I could not get Alexa out of my mind. Even though I knew I had little to no chance with her, she was still occupying my thoughts. I highly doubted that I’d be able to land someone like her, not because I’m unattractive, but only because she deserved someone much better than me. She deserved someone who could give her a future that I couldn’t give her. As much as that realization sucked, at least I had a hot shower ahead of me.

The water was much hotter than any water I’d felt at the prison. It was close to scalding, but that was fine with me. It didn’t take long for my body to adjust to the heat and before I knew it, the hot water was enjoyable.

I stuck my head directly under the stream and allowed the water to run over me. Over time, the hot water started to dwindle, so I made sure to wash my hair and body before it was all gone. I planned on leaving my days taking cold showers behind me at the prison.

No matter what I tried to focus on, my mind kept going back to her. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until I reached down to grab my junk and realized that it was already rock hard. I figured I might as well rub one out, so I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started stroking the length of my cock. If there is one thing I’ve always been proud it, it’s my size down there.

All I had to do was close my eyes, and it was no longer my giant hand wrapped around my dick. Instead, it had been replaced with her small hand, barely able to wrap around my girth. I imagined her rubbing her hands down my face to my chest, scratching at my skin with her nails, which were perfectly manicured.

I pictured looking into her piercing eyes while she licked her lips, reached down and grabbed a handful of my prick. I could almost feel the warmth of her hand wrapping around me.

“Nick, your cock is so big,” she whispered into my ear, her voice trembling with passion and lust.

My breathing became labored as she slowly pulled on me, moaning as she did it. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and moved it all the way up to the tip. Alexa applied just enough pressure when she touched me. She began stroking me faster and faster, my cock throbbing with each movement.

“You want more than just my hand, don’t you?” she whispered wants again. “I know you do because I want that inside of me.”

I could feel my entire body tensing up and braced myself against the shower wall as she jacked off my dick as fast as she possibly could. I got off with a lot of force, and it was one of the more mind-blowing orgasms I’d had in quite some time.

Unfortunately, that’s where the fairytale came to an end. When I opened my eyes, she was gone, and I was back to reality. No, there was no way in hell I was ever going to let her find out about my past. I was going to find a way to make that woman mine, even if it was the last thing I did. It wasn’t just something I wanted. It was something I needed.