Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“She sent me one, too,” Jack said, looking at his screen. “She says it was such a pleasure having me and I’m welcome in her home any time, and it better be often.”
“She’s a good one,” I said.
“She’s great.”
I sent my mom a text letting her know we landed perfectly safe, and I included a happy selfie of the two of us for good measure.
We got off the plane, made our way to grab our suitcases, and then finally got to the truck in the parking garage.
“What a beauty. I’ve missed ‘er,” Jack said, giving the top of the truck a slap. “This is my preferred mode of transportation.”
“Nothing better,” I said.
We safely secured our bags in the back of the cab and set off for the drive back home. It was still pouring as we drove back, but Jack looked large and in charge as usual, confidently navigating through the country highway back to Amberfield.
The ride was longer than an hour and as we listened to the low sound of the radio and the rain pattering on the roof, I got a chance to settle again and think.
Which was kind of bad. Because lately, whenever I had time to think, all I thought about was Jack.
His hard, muscled body. His plush lips. The low, sometimes raspy hint in his voice.
The way his soft facial hair felt against my cheek when I kissed him, or the way his arm felt wrapped around me as we slept close up against one another.
And now, as I glanced over to the driver’s side, I was only getting more and more turned on watching his forearm as he turned the wheel—he looked good, sure, but now I also knew that he felt good, pressed up against me in any configuration.
“You look good behind the wheel,” I said idly, barely even realizing I was saying it out loud.
“Hm?” he said mindlessly, clearly lost in thought, too.
I swallowed hard. “Did you ever… have you ever thought about stuff, before the last few weeks?”
He glanced over at me quickly, his brow furrowed. “Stuff?”
I cleared my throat. “You know.”
“I think about all kinds of things,” he said, clearly not catching my drift.
“I meant, did you ever think about me,” I said more bluntly. “Or us. Did you think about what it might be like to do stuff with me? Kiss me, or… more? That kind of stuff.”
He was silent for a moment, biting his bottom lip as if he was trying to decide what he should say. “Not really,” he finally said.
Something slumped inside me, deflated all at once.
Why was that somehow so disappointing to hear?
“Oh. Okay,” I said, looking out the window at the torrential rain outside.
“I didn’t, uh, let myself,” Jack continued a moment later.
“Why not?”
He paused for another beat, and when I looked over at him, he cut me a glance that looked like it meant duh, stupid.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t want anything like that,” he explained. “Or I thought I knew that. I don’t exactly make a habit out of thinking about straight guys who’d never want me. And I didn’t think you wanted me.”
“You’re crazy,” I muttered, but I chewed on the thought a little. “I understand, though. Obviously. I was always dating women, and I had no idea that I would even enjoy the kinds of things we’ve been doing.”
“Exactly,” he said.
I chuckled. “I realize now there’s not a chance in hell I’m straight, though.”
Jack’s eyes went wide briefly, and he cleared his throat like he’d just choked on a gulp of air. “Really?”
Now it was my turn to give him a duh stare, except he couldn’t really see it because he was driving. “Blue, I got hard just because you fell asleep on me in the plane. I fall asleep and wake up harder than a rock every time I’m near you. And I pretty much can’t even look at your lips without wanting to kiss them, no matter where the hell we are, which was pretty awkward sometimes at my parents’ place, you know.”
He was silent again for a minute, the sound of the rain filling the air. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” he muttered. “All of the time, lately.”
“That’s weird, because I’ve felt the opposite,” I said softly, reaching out to squeeze his thigh. “I feel like I’m somehow more awake than ever. More alive than ever. It’s like some door inside me finally unlocked.”
We were driving into Amberfield now, and within minutes, we were going to pull up at his house. Something inside me was protesting. I didn’t want this trip to be over, even though we were home now.
I didn’t want to go back to separate houses. I wanted to be with him.
I let my hand slide up further, and I felt his cock jump beneath his jeans as I rested my palm there. I gave it a gentle squeeze and he groaned.