Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Goddamn it. I’d compared us again. I needed to stop doing that. Jameson and I weren’t the same as Elijah and Shaw. They were all in love and shit. I was having a fling and crushing on a guy who’d reminded me more than once that this would end at the end of summer.
Which I should want.
But I didn’t.
And I’d already acknowledged that, so I didn’t know why my brain was rehashing it again.
I was at his condo, as usual. His place was much nicer than mine. I was wearing a simple pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He came out of the closet carrying shorts and a short-sleeved button-up, like he always wore. I didn’t know why I thought it was so cute. The kind of shirt he wore shouldn’t make me all smiley, but there I was, lying on his bed with my arms bent, hands behind my head, giving him a goofy-ass smile.
It could also be because he didn’t wear anything except for a towel wrapped around his waist. I loved that he felt more comfortable around me now, like it was normal to be naked with me.
Jameson laid his clothes across the bed. It was obvious he had recently shaved, but still had his short moustache and the dark hair on his chin. “I’m nervous. And it’s ridiculous to be nervous. Who gets nervous to go out on the Fourth of July with friends? Me. That’s who. I get nervous. I’m so glad my parents are out of town, otherwise I’d worry about seeing them too, and…my brain is spinning. Can’t we stay home? Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? What if your friends don’t like me and—what? Why are you smiling at me?” The last part was said after his eyes met mine.
My annoying pulse began beating too fast. “Nothing.” I sat up on my knees and crawled toward him on the bed. “Just…I have the cutest fling in the world. It’s adorable when you ramble, though I’m sorry you feel nervous. You don’t have to, at all. My friends will like you, but Shaw might not be my friend after tonight anyway.”
Jameson’s eyes widened. “Why? Because you think he won’t like me?”
“No. Because I think he’s going to embarrass me because I like you.” I kissed him, then flicked open his towel. “Oh, look what we have here. Bet I can get you hard and get you off in less than five minutes.”
“I’m not that much of a hair trigger.”
I winked at him. “No, I’m just that good.” I kissed my way down his smooth skin. “Time me.” The thing was, I knew he would do it too. I bent forward and took him in my mouth. It didn’t take long for his erection to grow against my tongue. Then his hand was in my hair and he was thrusting into my mouth, making those little sounds that told me he was letting go of everything except us and what I was doing to him.
When he spurted his load, I smiled around his cock before looking up at him.
“Four minutes and fifty-three seconds. Goddamn it.”
“Are you complaining about a blowjob?”
“No.” He bit his lip. “And thanks. I know you’re trying to get my mind off things.”
“Nah, I just like your dick in my mouth.” I lay back on the bed again.
“Want me to do you too?”
I chuckled at his wording. “It’s cool. We don’t have time. We still have later tonight.”
Jameson nodded and finished getting ready. We were meeting at the Centennial Olympic Park at eight. Fireworks would be at nine.
We took a car there together. When I noticed his leg bouncing up and down, I reached over and laced my fingers with his. Jameson turned his head slightly toward me, showing me his shy grin. Oh God. I wanted to kiss it. Stupid, ridiculous, crazy crush. Why would anyone want to feel this way? I was so all over the place.
He let go of my hand to get out of the car, and I immediately missed the contact. I had no idea how I was supposed to act around him tonight. His parents were out of town, but there was a possibility we’d see someone else from work. It was a topic we were avoiding. It would be easy enough to explain away, with it being a group of us, saying we had mutual friends, but even thinking that gave me a sinking feeling in my gut. I didn’t want to lie about us, but then I remembered there wasn’t really an us. Not a serious one.
“What’s wrong?” Jameson asked, his brows pulled together.
“Nothing. Oh, look. There’s Shaw, Eli, and Brooklyn.” Brooklyn was Elijah’s best friend. Jameson took a few steps toward them but stopped when I said, “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll be fine, okay? You’re great, and people would be crazy not to like you, but if you’re not feelin’ it, tell me and we’ll go.”