Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
niggled at the back of his m ind, sending chilly tendrils through him ,
curling into his belly and tightening in a band around his chest. Beside him
Mac snored softly, his body lim p and as heavy as Jez’s heart. What the
fuck had he been thinking, getting involved with Mac like this? He hadn’t
been thinking—that was the trouble. The whole thing had been a slippery
slope, and Jez had never been in control of it, not from the first tim e
they ’d wanked together.
May be he should put an end to it. If this was buddy fucking for Mac,
then surely he wouldn’t care m uch. His grades had im proved with Jez’s
help, so there was no reason for him not to start going out and hooking up
again. Jez’s stom ach lurched at the thought of Mac bringing som eone else
hom e, and the surge of nausea-inducing j ealousy only served to
reinforce his gut feeling that he should probably get out of this hole he
was digging now, before he got any deeper.
Chapter Thirteen
Jez m ust have eventually fallen asleep and then slept soundly,
because the next thing he was aware of was the sound of a sharp knock.
He barely had tim e to register where he was and the position they were
in—still snuggled up together in a sprawl of lim bs—before he heard the
door opening and Shawn’s strident tones filled the peaceful silence.
“Hey, Jez. Sorry to wake y ou, but can I borrow y our—”
They never found out what Shawn wanted to borrow. There was a
pause, and then Shawn exclaim ed, “What the fuck?”
Mac rolled off Jez so fast he took the covers with him . The cold air
hit Jez’s bare arse. He squawked and clutched at the duvet, y anking it
back, but not before Shawn had probably got an ey eful if the m uffled
“Oh m y God” was any thing to go by. Jez rolled onto his back, shoulder to
shoulder with Mac, and raised his head to see Shawn’s shocked face.
“Jesus Christ, Shawn. Haven’t y ou heard of knocking?” Mac
growled.
“I did bloody knock.” Shawn was still staring, his gaze flitting from
one to the other of them . The expression on his face would be alm ost
com ical if it weren’t for the situation. “But seriously. What the fuck?”
Jez didn’t see m uch point in try ing to deny it, but he still had no idea
what to say. Mac was clearly having the sam e trouble.
Finally Jez broke the hideously uncom fortable silence with a lam e
attem pt at hum our. “If I told y ou we’d play ed strip poker and then fallen
asleep, would y ou believe m e?” He tried for a sm ile, but it probably
cam e out m ore of a grim ace.
Shawn carried on gaping. But Mac snorted, seem ingly am used by
Jez—fuck knew why.
“Yeah,” Mac said. “And then it was cold, so we had to snuggle.”
Jez burst into totally inappropriate laughter, and the nerves com bined
with the unexpected release of tension m ade him laugh louder and longer
than the j oke warranted.
Shawn shook his head. “You two are fucking crazy. I’m going to go
and bleach m y brain.” There was an undertone of genuine disgust that
cut through Jez’s m om ent of hy steria and sobered him up abruptly.
“Fuck y ou,” he snapped.
“No thanks.” Shawn curled his lip. “That’s not m y scene. Didn’t know
it was y ours either—or y ours, Mac. You think y ou know som eone….” He
turned and left, slam m ing the door behind him before either of them
could stop him , even if they ’d wanted to.
“Bollocks.” Mac was the first to speak. “Bollocks, arse, fuck!”
Jez didn’t have any thing to add. He resisted the urge to quip that that
had been what had got them into this m ess in the first place.
“I can’t believe we didn’t lock the fucking door last night.” Mac was
ranting now. “And who goes barging in on som eone at”—he looked over
at the alarm clock—“quarter to nine on a Saturday m orning any way ?
Fuck. I don’t believe this is happening.” Mac’s face was flushed and he
looked furious and upset.
Jez’s stom ach lurched. The rem inder that he was Mac’s dirty little
secret didn’t m ake him feel good at all. Not that he’d wanted to be open
about it or any thing, but he’d alway s assum ed Mac had m ore invested in
keeping it under wraps. It looked like he was right, from Mac’s reaction to
being outed.
“Let m e go and talk to him .” Jez pushed the covers aside and
scram bled out of bed. When he m oved, a slight twinge in his arse
rem inded him of what they ’d done last night. “I’ll try and catch him
before he say s any thing to any one.” He grabbed his clothes and started
to pull them on, desperate to cover his nakedness in the cold light of day.