Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“From what I’ve heard, you kind of are a fuckboy, by the way,” Jesse said. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe you have the power to break my heart.”
I glared at him, but his eyes were giving me that gentler, more vulnerable look again.
People say that alcohol shows you who a person really is.
Was drunk Jesse secretly a total sweetheart?
Beneath all the confidence and command, was he just as crushy as me?
“Well, that’s why he’d strangle me,” I said simply.
Jesse slid his hands off of me and turned, walking toward the front of the frat house. “He’s not going to. Your throat is mine. Now come here.”
I followed Jesse up the short brick steps into the frat house. I said a few silent prayers as we entered, knowing that I was playing with pure fucking fire showing my face here with him. I had no clue if any of his friends knew Kane, but that was up to fate, now.
I would have thought Jesse would try to sneak me in, but instead, he brought me right through the front door, taking my hand in his. The music got even louder as we entered, filling the whole house.
“Hey, Justin. Nate,” he said, giving two guys nods as we walked past a big front room where they were sitting watching TV. He led me further into the classic frat house, with plenty of dark wood, tall ceilings, and the strong scent of beer.
It wouldn’t matter if I was 93, 50, or a 31-year-old cowboy who still chugged liquor upside down sometimes—nothing made me realize how old I really was like walking into a frat house. There were backpacks in random corners of each room, red plastic cups on almost every surface, and more green and gold TNU memorabilia than I’d ever seen in one place.
The house was stately and kind of nice, though, and we passed another, much larger room, full of more couches, tables, and frat bros. Either they were having a small party or… maybe every single night was like this in here.
It was hard to even picture Jesse living here.
He was so… in his own zone, most of the time, and it seemed like he thrived on being alone. But you could barely look anywhere in this house without seeing more people.
One guy in particular eyed me and Jesse as we walked past, holding hands, before Jesse led me up the stairs. From the landing up top, I glimpsed a big kitchen downstairs where more guys were grouped around a center island with liquor bottles all across it.
We were still on the landing when Jesse turned to pin me up against the wall.
I let out a small gasp.
“You’re drunk,” I told him again.
“And?”
I hummed as he leaned in and kissed my neck, slow and hot. “And I don’t think you’d be doing this, right here, if you weren’t,” I whispered.
From here no one could see us, but anyone could come up the stairs at any moment and easily look up at us. Jesse slid his hand down to my bulge again, gripping my half-chubbed cock through the fabric and making me throb.
“Those guys probably all thought we were coming up here to fuck,” I said in a low tone.
“Then we better not disappoint them,” Jesse murmured.
I wanted to laugh and scream all at once. “Just hoping you won’t regret it.”
He hummed and dragged his lips across my jaw. “I spent the last two years keeping a secret for another guy. I’m never going to be ashamed of what I want. Not like he was. If the guys think I brought you up here to fuck you, then good.”
A slow heat rippled through my body.
Maybe just a little bit of pride.
Jesse’s hands reached around to my ass and he squeezed it hard as he kissed my neck.
“How do you feel so good?” I uttered, leaning my head back.
“I know you’re trying to break your no-sex summer,” he said, moving up close to my ear. “But I still think you should keep doing it.”
“What?” I protested, my voice almost coming out in a whine.
He leaned back, looking at me with the hint of a smile. “You have a problem with that?”
“Yes.”
“I know you better now,” Jesse said. “And I know you deserve better than just any guy at the Hard Spot. Like I told you before—you’ll enjoy breaking your streak more if you really make yourself want it.”
“Trust me,” I said, “I want it.”
He leaned in and took my lower lip between his teeth. I felt his hand come up and land around my neck, and he didn’t put any pressure on it, instead just cradling my throat in the warmth of his palm.
I was harder than a diamond now and I bucked my hips forward, rutting up against his leg.
“You sure you won’t regret it?”