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)
“It’s not even the tip of the iceberg.”
“What about Henry?” I ask, hoping there’s something good in this story. Jess looks over at me, confusion painting his features.
“What about him?”
“I don’t know anything about being a parent, but I don’t think all those years just vanish because you’re not blood-related.”
“Clearly, you don’t know my family. He’s off the hook.” He jerks a shoulder. “Guilt made him attempt to stay in touch, but I did him a favor and cut it off.”
I frown. “Maybe it was hard for him, too. Maybe he wants to be in your life.”
“Maybe we’re done talking about me,” he says, abruptly reaching for me before pulling me down the bed and rolling on top of me in one swift motion. “Where’s your mom?”
“Ugh,” I groan. “That’s not the type of distraction I need right now.”
He shifts his hips into mine, and I realize he’s only in his boxers. He must have ditched his jeans when I was asleep. “What kind of distraction do you need, Allie?”
I know he’s trying to change the subject, but I give in, needing the same thing. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to speak. I want to feel.
“Halston says we need rules.”
“You told Halston about us?” he asks with an arched brow.
“Not really. But she said rules are crucial when it comes to this sort of thing…” I trail off, the words sounding stupid when I say them out loud.
“Oh yeah? How’s that working out for her and Sully?”
“Good point.” I laugh.
“I’m not much of a rule follower,” he says, brushing a piece of hair off my forehead. “You got something in mind?”
I worry my lip, considering my words. “No lying.”
Jesse gives me a sharp nod. “Easy. Done.” He kisses my neck, and I arch to give him better access. Goosebumps break across my skin from my neck down to my arm and Jesse’s finger follows their path.
“And I want a clean break,” I blurt out. He cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to elaborate. “We’re just having fun. If one of us wants out, we end it. No hard feelings. No questions asked.” I don’t want to lose my friendship with Lo, my job, or anything else if this thing goes south. When. When it goes south, I remind myself.
“Deal,” he finally says. I squeeze his hand in the small space between our bodies to shake on it, but he looks at it with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t I get to make any rules?”
I drop my hand back to the mattress. “By all means…”
“No hooking up with other people.”
“We’ve already established that. Anything else?”
He cocks his head to the side, pretending to consider it. “Nope. I think that about covers it.”
He flexes his hips into me, and I close my eyes, loving the way it feels. “Jess,” I breathe, trying—and failing—to keep from squirming. He leans in, his lips close to my ear.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” His teeth clamp around my earlobe and tug. I nod in response as he brings a hand down to stroke me on the outside of my boy shorts, applying the faintest amount of pressure. “Say it, Allie.”
I stay silent, pushing back on him in response. A single finger slides along my crease, but he doesn’t give me more than that. Lust trumps pride when he touches me like this. “Make me feel good,” I whisper. “Please.”
No sooner do the words leave my lips than he pushes my underwear aside, sliding a thick finger inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, arching my back. He pulls back slightly, and when I open my eyes, I find him watching where we’re joined, his eyes hooded.
“Open your legs for me,” he rasps. I let my knees fall to the side, and he sucks in a breath. It makes me feel powerful knowing he’s affected like this.
Suddenly, his finger is gone, leaving me empty as he sits back on his heels and shoves his boxers down just low enough to free his cock. I can’t look away as he fists himself, slowly moving up and down his length. The pulse between my legs throbs, and I have the sudden urge to taste him, but Jesse has other ideas.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
I hesitate, biting down on my lip. I’ve never done that in front of anyone. Somehow, it feels more personal. Dirtier. And I’m surprised to find it only gets me hotter.
I trail my hand down my stomach slowly, stopping between my thighs. I tease my clit through my underwear, loving how Jesse’s eyes flare as he watches me.
“Take them off,” he says, working himself.
I push them down my legs, and once they’re to my knees, he tugs them off, letting them drop to the floor. Planting my feet on the mattress, I spread my bent knees, giving him a better view.