Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I contemplate going straight to his cabin, but I have supplies in my room thanks to Joni and Ema thinking of everything.
The pessimist in me said I wouldn’t need condoms on this vacation, only lube for my lonely, lonely hand.
The light in Jet’s cabin is off when I walk by, so maybe he’s asleep.
Maybe I shouldn’t bother him.
I hate those cockblocking sons of assholes who took forever to go to bed.
I grumble my way up the stairs to my cabin and slide open the door, only to find the best thing I could’ve possibly walked in on.
Miles of bare skin greet me in my bed, and the sight is one I don’t think I could ever get used to.
Flashbacks from the night Jet and I shared run through my mind like a porno montage.
Jet’s here, in my bed, naked.
Or at least shirtless. I can’t see under the sheet.
He rests up on one elbow. “Took you long enough.”
“I didn’t want to be the first to leave.” I can’t get rid of my shirt or pull my shorts off fast enough.
“Eager, are we?”
“You have no idea. I’ve only been thinking about doing this again for three years.”
“Mmm, then I guess we have some time to make up for.” Jet pulls the sheet off his naked body, torturously revealing inch by small inch of skin.
Now that he’s laid bare for me and waiting, I hesitate.
“Stage fright?” Jet taunts. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
No, but it’s different this time. I don’t know how, but it is.
The one night I had with Jet was hot and needy. I can still remember the way he responded to me and every sexy sound that left his mouth.
“Soren?” Jet asks more seriously.
I shake my memories free. “Sorry. Got lost in a hot memory again. Seems to happen around you.”
Jet’s eyes rake over me and down to my cock which is hard as nails and pointing right at him as if to say him—I pick him!
“Must’ve been super-hot,” Jet rasps.
“The hottest.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
What am I waiting for?
“Supplies,” I croak.
Jet turns his head toward the bedside table. “Brought some over from my hut.”
There sits the same brand of condoms and lube as in my bathroom. Joni and Ema really are the best.
“You’re still standing there,” Jet says.
“Maybe I like standing here. Maybe I like, no, love, the way you look in my bed.” Lean limbs, pale skin against dark tats. My gaze travels all over him. “Maybe I want to watch you prep yourself.” I move to the side of the cabin where there’s a desk and lean against it.
“Oh, you think you’re gonna have this ass, do you?”
“Yup.”
Jet’s lips press into a flat line. “I can’t tell if that’s bossiness or confidence.”
“Both.” It’s neither, actually, because all I’m doing is stalling for time so when I do eventually touch him, I don’t embarrass myself by coming within thirty seconds.
This feels like a momentous thing where it has to go a certain way. I want to drag it out, make it last, and I want it to be as epic as the first time we were together.
That adds pressure to what’s already a confusing situation.
Jet is only willing to offer me fun, but I want to show him I have the potential to be so much more than that.
“What, you want me to beg?” Jet’s pouty lip makes him look so irresistible it’s not fair.
“I think we’ve established you don’t need to beg for anything or anyone, Jet.”
“You just want me to.”
My cock aches. I reach for it and watch as Jet tracks my hand with only his eyes. “I want you desperate for me.”
“That can definitely be arranged.” Jet bites his bottom lip as he watches me stroke my cock slowly.
It’s supposed to give me relief, but with the way his eyes are on me, it only makes my cock want more.
“Get the lube,” I order. I’m testing him to see if he’ll do as I say. I want him to trust me again like he did before I fucked things up between us.
Jet doesn’t hesitate to do it, but I can’t tell if it’s all for show.
He’s always on, always pretending to be someone else, but I know I got glimpses of the real Jet that first night and again in Tampa.
I want to bring that guy out.
“And?” Jet asks, one brow cocked.
“Oh, you going to pretend you don’t know what to do?”
“Well, with the way some people treat me, you’d think I was some innocent and inexperienced kid.”
“Smartass. Slick your cock and then cover your fingers.”
He does as I say, shuddering as he applies lube to his overeager dick. I want so badly to approach and lick the precum dribbling out of his tip, but I don’t.
I keep my feet planted on the floor and my ass stuck on the desk.