Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Hurt my feelings?” Jake scoffed. “We aren’t in a relationship. We’re just…”
I snapped my fingers. “See? That’s it. That’s the problem. We don’t know what we’re doing. We need some rules.”
“Okay. No one else can know. No sharing with mutual friends, trusted family members…no one. We have to act totally normal around each other. So don’t stop being a dick in public on my account.” He held up his hand. “But—and this a big but—please don’t drag me into silly drama for the fun of it like you did with the stupid leather jacket comment.”
I snickered. “Fine, but I was thinking more in terms of communication…in bed.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, see I want to know if I do anything that doesn’t work for you, and I want to know what gets your motor running. Maybe it’ll be the same for me or maybe we try something new…blowjobs, anal…”
Jake pursed his lips, his eyes alight with humor before the dam burst and he busted up laughing. It took him a minute to sober. Of course, my stony expression made him howl again, which cost another minute. “Think of all the times you told me to suck your cock on the ice and now…ha! You really want me to suck your cock.”
“Right. That’s how blowjobs work, genius.” I waited out his next bout of hysterics, my lips twitching in amusement. “You also told me to fuck myself and ironically, now you want me to fuck you, so—”
“I never said that. I don’t know that I want…to do the whole anal thing.” Jake furrowed his brow. “Is that okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. This is what I was talking about. We gotta know boundaries. If I fuck up, I don’t want you to act as if it’s no big deal and then ghost me. We’re adults with a volatile history. How will I know you won’t use this against me?”
Jake’s eyes softened as he reached out and set his hand on my forearm. “I won’t. I promise. But how do I know you don’t have a hidden camera on your mirrored ceiling?”
I smiled at the joke. “I wish I did. The previous owners had a life-sized statue of the goddess of love in the corner near the window. Between that and the mirrors, I think this room has seen some kink-alicous action. I need to step up my game.”
“You’re a straight man in bed with a dude, so…I think you already have,” he observed.
“True dat. Now, to be clear…” I lowered the covers and grabbed my junk. “What’s the verdict on blowjobs? Do you like them?”
His gaze drifted to my dick. “I do. But you’ll expect me to return the favor, and I don’t think I’d be any good at it.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Milligan. Leave your perfectionist bullshit at the door. Sucking is the whole purpose of a blowjob. Hey, I’ll go first. Maybe I’ll try sucking you off while I finger your ass next time. Sound good?”
Jake grinned. “Yeah.”
“Excellent. I call dibs on tapping that ass. It might not be tomorrow, but someday, you’re gonna beg me to fuck you.” I smacked his butt and hopped out of bed.
“Dream on, Trinsky.”
“Oh, I’m dreamin’. I’m dreamin’ big.” I pulled on a pair of clean boxer briefs and rescued my shorts from the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. “C’mon, I’m hungry again. I’ll make us smoothies and call a ride for you. I’m taking Eddie and his buddies out for pizza. I’d invite you to join us, but—”
“No, that’s okay.” Jake hiked his long legs off the bed, averting his gaze as he gathered his things. “I’m here for the week…in California, I mean. If you’re free another day…”
I froze and waited for him to glance my way before breaking into a dance. Kind of a reverse striptease since I was putting my clothes back on. It was silly, but it made him chuckle and honestly, that was the goal.
This wasn’t serious. This was supposed to be fun. I wasn’t looking for heavy discussions or a deep-dive psychological analysis. This was sex, and sex was amazing. Case closed.
“I happen to be free tomorrow.”
16
JAKE
Navigating LA freeways required total concentration. Vehicles whizzed by at ungodly speeds or slowed to a crawl in the fast line…just because. And the traffic could make a grown adult cry, which was pretty much the same as in Boston. The difference was that I didn’t know LA streets very well. Even with GPS, I took the wrong exit and ended up in Manhattan Beach.
I stopped near the pier to recalibrate directions and text Trinsky.
Sorry. I’m running late, but I think I’m close now.
He sent a thumbs-up emoji. No prob. I’ll leave a towel and trunks for you in the courtyard. Meet us at the beach.
Us? At the beach? What the fuck?
I’d thought we were supposed to spend the day naked, sucking each other off, not frolicking in the water. I hadn’t signed up for fun in the sun with Trinsky and some random friends of his. This was supposed to be a private thing, party of two. It was so like him to change the rules at the last second without telling me. Ugh. He was such an asshole. What was he doing?