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)
What if I’d chased after Jet three years ago?
There’s a knock at my door. It’s not locked, but I get out of bed anyway because I’m only in boxers, and I might be playing dirty. If he leaves me here, he’ll miss my abs. I know he will.
And yep, as soon as I slide open the door, Jet’s brown eyes are on my naked torso, taking me in from my neck to the V leading to something else that’s very happy to see him.
“Good news,” he says.
“You don’t have to go?” I sound way too excited about that.
His face falls. “Oh, no. Sorry.” Jet reaches into his pocket. “Ema came by while we were out and restocked.” He holds up two condoms.
“But you’re still leaving.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I wish I could stay, but we have tonight, maybe tomorrow too, so …” Jet waves the condoms in the air.
“We could do that. Or we could talk about how you have to see Harley again.”
“You don’t want to talk about that.”
“Well, no, but I want to know where your head’s at.”
“My head is at Harley being a giant dickweed, and I’m pissed he’s making me do this.”
I pull him in for a hug because as much as I’d love to undress him and make him forget, he needs support right now, not someone mauling him. Sex will make him feel good temporarily, but his problem will still remain.
His hands trail down to my ass.
“Jet,” I warn.
“Please? Please don’t make me face it yet.”
I worry this is some defining moment and that if I do the wrong thing here, it will cement our future. If I give in and take away his pain by momentarily distracting him, that’s all I’ll ever be to him—temporary.
I need to be more than that in Jet’s life.
I kiss him softly but keep it controlled, taking it slow and letting my tongue move against his.
When his hand makes its way between us and rubs over my aching cock, I know I need to pull back.
“That’s all you’re getting from me.”
His eyes crack open. “What?”
“I’m serious. We need to talk this out.”
“Why? We’re not about feelings and all that bullshit. You’re supposed to be making me forget love and all the crap that goes with it.”
Good to know where he’s at. “Since when?”
He waves a hand around. “I don’t know. Since there’s too much going on in my head right now, and I don’t need any more man trouble.”
“I want to be the opposite of trouble for you. I want to be there for you. I want you to talk to me.” I lead him over to the bed to sit.
Jet stays standing, and I pull him between my legs. My hands make quick work of his jeans, but before he steps out of them, he stares down at me with a smug expression.
“I didn’t realize pants weren’t a requirement for talking.”
“I want you to stay in here with me tonight. We’ll get Ema to bring us some food, eat in bed, and chill. But we are going to be talking.”
Jet doesn’t fight it anymore and reaches back to pull his shirt over his head.
I run my lips along his stomach, leaving light kisses as I go.
“Again, if you wanna talk, you might want to stop doing that.”
“Just because this isn’t leading to sex, that doesn’t mean I can’t show you what I want. I want to kiss you, and touch you, and worship the goddamn ground you walk on. I don’t want to be your distraction, Jet.”
“What do you want to be then?” he croaks.
Your everything.
I can’t say that to him, though. Not when he’s this edgy. I don’t want to push him too far either way. Begging him to be with me will either make him run away or choose me out of guilt or feeling pressured.
“I want to be the guy you can turn to. Whenever you need me.”
“Unless it’s hockey season,” he says dryly.
“We can still video chat, call, and text.”
“What do you mean still? We’ve never done that.”
“Then we should. Three years ago, we walked away from each other because we knew it would be too hard to stay connected.”
“It’ll still be hard.”
“But it’ll be worth it.”
“Maybe.” Jet sighs. “I’m tired.”
I pull on his arm. “Come on. Lie down.”
He climbs into bed next to me, and we slip under the sheet. Jet’s lean body curls into my side.
“I was going to stay in here anyway,” he says. “Luce is taking my bed.”
“I’m thankful you’ve got someone looking out for you on the road.”
“Me too. I just wish I hadn’t fucked up the other night by singing with that band. Then I could stay.”
“You didn’t know you were being filmed. And even if you didn’t sing, you were drinking. According to Luce, you weren’t supposed to be doing that either. Either way, you would’ve been outed … err so to speak.”