19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Aaron
When I wake up, I feel more refreshed than ever. Warmth surrounds me as my eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the morning light pouring in through the windows. Jacob shifts against me, my cock poking his ass, which is already quite awake.
And all at once, the memory of last night comes back to me.
Our date on the boardwalk. Kissing him while the sun went down. Kissing him in the kitchen, in this very bed.
The look in his eyes when he asked me to kiss him.
The sound of him screaming my name as I made him come.
The look in his eyes as he brought me to release.
Right now, he looks peaceful as hell, and I can’t help but curl closer to him.
I close my eyes and breathe him in, savoring the moment.
It wasn’t all that long ago we’d been here—sharing morning cuddles—but this time it feels different.
But he’s not awake yet, either, and part of me worries that we’ll have a repeat of last time.
And almost as if he can sense my trepidation, he stirs.
I freeze, not wanting to move or somehow disturb this perfect moment.
Jacob turns in my grasp, those piercing blue eyes finding mine, and I expect to see surprise or fear in them, but that’s not what I see at all.
“Good morning,” I say with a lazy smile.
Jacob shifts his position, pulling me closer and my heart swells with excitement because he’s pulling me closer.
I can’t help the warmth spreading through me or the grin on my face.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, burying his face in my shoulder.
His cock presses against mine, eliciting a groan from me as my own responds with reciprocation. Jacob chuckles.
“What?” I ask, the laughter evident in my voice.
“Nothing,” he says, his voice full of humor. It’s the sweetest sound. I thrust myself against him and he groans.
“Aaron—”
“What?” I taunt, kissing his ear, his jaw, his lips. He laughs as I kiss him, his hand on my waist tightening its grip as his cock twitches against mine.
We laugh and kiss in the morning light as we roll around in the sheets. Jacob fights me with infectious laughter as he tries to break my hold, but when I get on top of him and kiss him, he melts like butter on hot toast.
How is it possible to miss something you’ve never had?
Because none of my exes made me feel like this.
Young. Free. Alive.
“Aaron—” he murmurs as I thrust my cock against him.
“Jacob.” I breathe his name like a prayer. I’m not a religious man by any means, but if Jacob was a religion, I’d worship him until the day I die.
His stomach growls and I sigh, knowing we can’t stay here forever. In my bed, making out and frotting with one another. Though I wish we could.
I grasp his chin, taking in the sight of him and his messy blonde hair, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
We crossed some invisible line last night. I know that.
And now things are different. Between us.
I lean down and kiss him softly before I get off of him and adjust my cock. I need to piss and I should probably shower before breakfast.
“Breakfast is serve yourself,” I say as I head for the bathroom.
I feel his gaze on my back, and I turn to note he’s staring at me. I tense, remembering the last time we had a morning after. How he freaked out.
I worry history is going to repeat itself, but his gaze meets mine and he leans back into my bed, the covers barely covering his hips.
He nods.
“I’m going to shower, but if you don’t want to wait, there’s a bathroom across the hall.”
Jacob nods. “Okay.”
I give him a smile as I head into my bathroom and start the shower. I close my eyes and let the warm water rush over me. When I open my eyes, I see Jacob, naked, opening the shower door. His gaze meets mine and I can’t help but smirk.
“Conserve water, shower with a friend,” he says smoothly, and I let out a chuckle. “It’s good for the sea turtles.”
“Of course, think of the sea turtles,” I say as he pushes me against the wall, his lips finding mine with ease. His kiss is hungry, bold. I like it. I like it a whole fucking lot.
I grasp his neck, squeezing his throat and he moans into my mouth.
I don’t know what’s gotten into him or me. But I’m not going to fight it.
Because this? Jacob and I? It feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.
“Turn around,” I say, and he listens without protest. I lather up some shampoo and run my fingers through his hair, tilting his head back to rinse and he groans as I use my fingers to massage his scalp.
“Oh my God, that feels so good. Were you a masseuse in another life?”
I chuckle. “Maybe.”
I massage his scalp and then his neck and shoulders as he leans back against me.
“So I have an idea,” he says. “For your party.”
“Our party,” I correct him. “Since you are helping me, it’s your party, too.”
I grab the loofah and lather it up, soaping his body up nice and slow. I’ve never actually done this with a man before. I mean, I’ve showered with them. Fucked them in the shower.
But I’ve never taken my time before, like this. It feels good. Savoring the moment.
“Oh, please, do tell.”
Jacob turns around and the motion makes all the suds slide down his body as he plucks the loofah from my hands.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I chuckle as he starts to wash me up.
Sometimes he’s a brat, and sometimes he’s submissive.
And other times, he takes charge. I never know which version of Jacob I’m going to get, and I kind of like that.
I’m not sure which one I prefer. Maybe all of them.
“For lunch, we could do a heavier meal. Can keep it easy, simple. Steamed seafood or a boil, and for dinner, instead of a heavy meal, can do appetizers and shark-themed stuff. Like Jell-o parfaits or shots with gummy sharks or something.”
I twist my lips as I try to imagine his vision, and I think I can actually see it.
“Okay, I see what you’re doing,” I say, watching his expression as he focuses on scrubbing my chest. I grab his hand, and he looks up, stopping his motion.
“Cute,” I say. “I like it.”
His cheeks pinken up and he looks away from me. I grasp his chin and pull him back, kissing him without a second thought. He kisses me back without resistance.
“Your ideas aren’t the only thing that’s cute,” I whisper, kissing him again. God, his lips are so sweet. I can’t get enough of them.
“Mhmmm,” he says, breaking away from my mouth, his cheeks a deeper shade of scarlet.
“We’re going to be late for breakfast,” he says. I push him back against the wall, my lips craving his.
His cock throbs, and I groan as my mouth travels to his jaw, his neck. Everywhere I can reach.
“Fine by me,” I whisper as I grab his cock. He doesn’t push me away. He moans in defeat.
“Aaaaron—” he whines, but I shut him up with my mouth, and his protests cease as I stroke him slowly.
“There’s only one thing I want for breakfast, anyway,” I whisper against his lips.
Jacob moans into my mouth and a moment later I feel him erupt in my hand. He whines.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I—”
I pump him through his release, holding his gaze.
“Just can’t help yourself, I know.” I grin. His heated gaze falls on me and he bites his lip. “Yeah.”
I raise my hand, drawing my fingers to my lips. I don’t break his gaze as I lick my fingers clean, making a show of using my tongue to lick his cum from my palm.
“Neither can I,” I say. He smirks, reaching for my cock, and I don’t fight him. We make out under the spray while he jerks me off until the water runs cold.
By the time we finally make it to the kitchen, we’re the last ones there.
My mother glances at us, and I can tell she’s trying to hide her smile.
“Morning,” my father says gruffly, with his cup of coffee in his hand while he stares at the newspaper.
Uncle Travis is plating up his plate with a stack of bacon and sausage and one overeasy egg while Lola is lost in her phone and Aunt Shannon eats her bowl of cereal with strawberries.
Chris looks like shit. He’s barely touched his food.
I head for the spread of bagels on the island while Jacob heads for the stove and the eggs on the counter.
I watch as he cracks two, focusing on his task and it’s not lost on me how comfortable he is here, despite the circumstances.
In his white tee and checkered shirt and jeans, barefoot in my kitchen, he looks like he belongs here.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” my mother asks, and I realize she’s talking to me.
“Oh, um… well, it’s Monday, so no event today, so I figured maybe Jake and I would go to the beach. Get some sun.”
Jacob turns to me with surprise. “If you want to, that is.”
His expression softens, and he smiles. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
Garrett pulls our attention. “George and I will be working on solidifying our plans for our event Wednesday. You know you can’t be too prepared when it comes to planning events.”
Garrett glances at Jacob.
“How did you two meet again?” Garrett asks. “Refresh my memory, Aaron.”
“Coffee,” I say plainly. “Remind me when you two got married again. I can’t seem to recall how long it’s been.”
George grins. “Two months. I know it feels like longer—believe me.”
Garrett purses his lips.
“Ah. Still in that honeymoon phase then, huh, Garrett?”
Garrett scowls at me. “When you know, you know.” His bitterness is not missed.
“How long have you and Jake been together?”
“Six months,” Jacob says at the same time I say, “three months.”
I look at him, and his eyes widen.
“Don’t you know how long you’ve been together?” Garrett says smugly, as if he’s proving a point. He knows I don’t buy his marriage, and he isn’t buying my relationship.
Fuck.
We need to fix this. I can’t have him throwing me or Jacob under the bus.
I look at Jacob. He flips his eggs. “Well, we met six months ago, but we didn’t start dating right away.”
“Right,” I say, jumping on his lie. “It took a few weeks, until I had the nerve to ask Jake out on a date.”
My mother awws as my dad raises an eyebrow.