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)
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
Okay. So, not bolting, but not exactly touchy-feely-cuddly, either.
“And feeling like I want you to come with me,” he added, reaching out to slowly move his warm, open palm down the center of my spine all over again.
…Maybe a little touchy feely.
“This frat house doesn't have an open shower stall type situation, does it?”
He puffed out a laugh. “Just come with me.”
He grabbed my hand and pushed open the door to the bedroom, walking out into the long hallway without bothering to put any clothes on. It was pretty clear that nobody was upstairs anyway, and the sounds of the partying below were evidence of that.
But I was still walking naked through a frat house, holding hands with TNU’s star hockey player.
He led me down the hall, past framed photos of past frat members on the walls. But just as we got to the bathroom and he flicked on the light, a door quickly swung open from the door just opposite the bathroom.
I whipped my head around and found myself staring right into the eyes of another beefy, athletic guy in a backwards hat.
“Hey, Robbie,” Jesse said, reaching for a towel to hand it to me. “This is Mason.”
I covered up my cock, which definitely must have still had cum on it, as Jesse’s friend tried to suppress a smile and look toward the ground.
“Hey, man. Uh, just was grabbing my phone charger up here—heading back downstairs now. Nice to meet you.”
I waved. “Nice to meet you, too. Sorry about the—” I motioned downward.
“Don’t sweat it, man,” Robbie said, waving me off.
I had zero shame. For all I cared, I would parade around downstairs with my cock out, letting a house full of mostly straight frat guys check out my swinging dick. But knowing how private Jesse was, I wasn’t sure how he felt about anything of the sort.
I was shocked when I saw a cheeky smile on his face. “We’ll be up here in the shower, Robbie. If anyone tries to come upstairs, tell ‘em to fuck off.”
Robbie saluted him. “It’s all yours. Oh, and Mason, make sure Jesse knows which one the shampoo bottle is.”
Jesse groaned and gave Robbie the middle finger as he cackled, walking off. Jesse shut and locked the bathroom door, turning to me.
“What’s all that about a shampoo bottle?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Now I have to ask.”
I swore I saw faint pink slashes appear on Jesse’s cheeks, and not just from the epic fuck-fest we’d just had.
“It was one time,” Jesse explained. “I was really hungover. Somebody had left a tube of lube in the shower, don’t even ask me why. And I, uh, accidentally lathered some all over my hair.”
I bit my lower lip as I smiled. “No.”
He cut me a glance.
“Shit,” I said, gleeful. “You must have been greaser-slicked all day.”
“Shut the absolute fuck up—”
But I was already laughing. “Lube doesn’t even have the same texture as shampoo.”
“Hungover,” he said. “I said I was hungover. I swear I shampooed my hair three times in a row after that.”
Jesse padded across the bathroom. It was large and covered in classic white subway tile. There were windows on the wall, with a giant standing shower on one end and a double vanity with mirrors on the other. He pulled two clean towels from a cabinet in the corner and then reached over to turn on the hot water in the shower, the spray coming down and starting to fill the air with steam.
When he stepped in I followed after him, the hot water like heaven against my skin.
“So… Robbie,” I said. “Is he going to tell your whole frat house about this?”
“No,” he said confidently, washing his hair with actual shampoo. “Robbie’s a real friend. He might give me a little shit for it later, though.”
I got lost watching water droplets move through his hair and down his back.
Somehow all of tonight had an unreal quality to it. I was no stranger to crazy things—I’d done skydiving, skiing, ziplining, and white water rafting, all within the last year, and that didn’t even include the everyday shit I did at parties or at the Hard Spot. Being with Jesse didn’t exactly feel like risk-taking, but… I still felt like I was dancing on thin ice, tempting the universe by being somewhere I shouldn’t be, and getting fucked by someone I shouldn’t be.
My stomach dipped as he turned and caught my eyes. He reached out and pushed one piece of my hair to the side, leaning down to press a quick peck to my head.
Oh, fuck.
I felt like the world was slowly shifting around me, even though my feet were planted firmly on the wet ground. I looked at the curves and dips of Jesse’s muscles, the way his tattoos looked even more beautiful under the water, droplets rolling down every inch of his smooth skin.