Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Allie.”
Using two fingers, I rub myself in small circles. I don’t expect it to feel so good, but I’m already close to the edge, rolling my hips into my touch. I need him to touch me. Kiss me. Anything at this point. Wanting to push him into action, I use my free hand to pull my shirt up before teasing my nipples with my fingertips.
Jess groans, leaning down to swipe his tongue across the hardened tip. My heart pounds faster, blood rushing through my ears as he tugs it between his teeth and pulls.
“Oh my God, Jess,” I moan, my hand moving faster. I squeeze my eyes shut, lost in the sensations, when I feel him nudge against my entrance. My eyes fly open, but he doesn’t push farther, sliding his head up and down my slit as I continue to rub myself.
Feeling bold, I move my hand down farther, wrapping it around him. He’s thick and smooth and hard in my hand. He lets out a strangled curse as he releases his grip. He pulls his shirt up so he can have an unobstructed view as I pump his length. He rocks forward slightly, nudging in a little more before pulling back out.
“Do it again,” I urge, needing more.
He repeats the motion, then licks his thumb before bringing it to my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge. I tighten around his tip, every nerve ending tingling as I come, shuddering beneath him. I feel light-headed and dizzy, my hand around him going slack. He takes over, pumping hard, abs tensing. A few more strokes and he’s pulling away abruptly, spilling onto my inner thigh.
Jess and I haven’t so much as left the room all day. It’s two P.M. and we’ve been in bed alternating between having more not sex and watching movies on his laptop. He never pushed for more. I know what’s holding me back, but why he hasn’t tried to seal the deal is beyond me. It’s almost some sort of game between us to see who breaks first, and I’ll admit, I’m very close to losing that battle.
Dehydrated and hungry as hell, we finally see the light of day when we decide to grab lunch at Blackbear before my shift starts. The closer we get to the restaurant, the more I start to rethink this idea. It’s bad enough that he’s always hanging out during my shift and watching me intently. But showing up for lunch together looks an awful lot like a date.
“Relax, Allie.”
My gaze snaps up to Jesse’s.
“I am relaxed,” I lie, and he sends a pointed look at my hands that are twisting in my lap.
“We’re living together. Roommates eating a meal together isn’t exactly unheard of.”
I bristle at his snarky tone. Jess pulls into a parking spot behind Blackbear and cuts the engine.
“I didn’t mean anything by—”
He shakes his head. “It’s fine. Let’s go inside. I’m fucking starving.”
I nod, confused by his sudden mood change, then hop out of the truck. Jess stuffs his hands into his front pockets, keeping a healthy distance between us as we head for the entrance. Once we’re inside, Jess stops short, eyes fixed on a man at the bar. I pause, looking between the two of them.
“Go eat, Allie,” he says to me without taking his eyes off the man at the bar with the backwards Raiders hat.
“Aren’t you coming?”
“I just lost my appetite,” he says, finally meeting my eyes. “I’ll be here after your shift to give you a ride.”
“Oh.” I fight to keep the disappointment from being written all over my face. “Okay.” A million questions racing through my mind, I reluctantly walk away, not wanting to raise suspicion.
I take a seat in one of the back booths, too far away to hear, but close enough to see Jesse.
“Henry,” Jake says, standing over me with his order pad. I didn’t even notice him approach.
“Huh?”
“That’s Henry.” He nods toward Jess and the man—Henry, apparently—who pats the stool next to him in invitation. Jesse runs his hand through his hair, hesitating. I can feel the uncertainty radiating off him from here. “He’s the closest thing to a dad they’ve got,” Jake explains.
I nod, having gathered that. Not wanting to seem too interested, I pick up a menu. “I’ll have…” I say, pretending to scan my options that I know by heart, “a personal pepperoni pizza, a side salad with ranch, and a Coke.”
“Sounds good,” he says, not bothering to take down my order before walking away.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Henry walk outside, Jesse right behind him. I watch them through the window, Jesse’s gaze pointed at his feet as Henry speaks. Jesse shrugs in response to whatever he’s saying, kicking around a piece of gravel. They don’t appear to be fighting, but I can tell he feels uncomfortable. Right now, I see that vulnerable little boy from the picture. I don’t know what’s being said, but I know that I have the urge to hug him and make it better. To put that obnoxious, cocky grin back on his face. And the fact that I want to do that fills me with unease. He’s not my boyfriend—he’s not my anything—and I need to remember that. I can’t let the lines blur because we’re having fun.