Chapter 7
WELL, THAT WAS AN UNEXPECTED ASSIST
WADE
“Thanks again to everyone who donated to this great cause. Please share any local businesses or nonprofits that I can show some love to so we can continue to support our local community. See you guys soon!” Abby pulls her phone closer to her as she taps the screen with a beaming smile.
God, she’s stunning.
I find myself with a rare smile, that I quickly shed, as she finishes her video with an excited squeal.
“That was great you guys!” She places her palm over my forearm excitedly.
My gaze makes its way to where she’s touching me and I can’t help but shift my stance, because just that little contact has more blood rushing to my groin than I’d care to admit.
She senses my discomfort and pulls away urgently, embarrassed, like I was disgusted by it. Which is the exact opposite of how I feel and want nothing more than to pull her entire body next to mine.
Instead, I do what I normally do and scowl, clenching my jaw for good measure, because now I’m pissed that my natural body language gave her the wrong idea.
I blame Jasper.
Actually, I blame Jasper for everything.
Because being around him…just… fuck. Pisses me off.
I can’t believe he said he’s going to kiss her.
But, I believe that’s exactly what he’ll do. Because he’s like that. He goes after what he wants and doesn’t care about what other people think. Plus, he’s completely unafraid of rejection.
He’s far more charming than all the guys at the station and can flirt with a shovel and it would somehow show interest.
Me on the other hand, I can’t flirt to save my life. And, even if I did, I’d have nothing to gain from it. I have a daughter to focus on and way too much responsibility to get into a relationship with anyone. I haven’t even gone on a date in well over eighteen months.
Although, that’s not because of a lack of time; I know my sister would help with Lily if I wanted to go out. I just have no desire to.
Abby bends over to push one of the boxes to the side of the garage, and any remaining blood flow that helps me think straight flows directly to my half hard cock.
Jesus, it’s been so long that I can’t even control myself when an attractive woman bends over.
As she stands to her full height, which isn’t much—she can’t be taller than five, three—she grabs a jersey from the box and tosses it over to Jasper.
Jasper reaches up, snatching it with one hand. He gives her a playful wink before throwing his other hand behind his neck, grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling it forward over his head.
I swear the guy is always half naked.
My eyes peruse the hard lines of his body and I swallow thickly.
His lean frame is cut in ways I’ve never seen with intricate tattoos that trace over his chest and shoulders.
He even has a goddamn eight pack that trails underneath his low hanging cargo pants and my eyes roam further down his body, stopping dead center at his fly.
My assumption that he goes commando is spot on when I see the mushroom crown of his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Now I can hear my own heartbeat whooshing in my ears as my lips part and I dart my tongue over my bottom lip. I have no idea why I have this reaction to him every time.
Jasper pulls the jersey over his head, the shift of his body breaks the connection I had and I rip my gaze away only to find Abby staring at me, her own lips parted as she bites on that plump bottom lip of hers.
Fuck.
She looks curious and really confused.
I need to get the hell out of here.
“I’ll be back,” I state and turn without making eye contact with anyone.
Taking large strides I make my way out of the garage, down the hallway, and step through the threshold of my bedroom, closing the door behind me.
Running my hands through my hair I press my forehead into the wall and exhaust all the air from my lungs.
Abby started this, from the moment I opened the door this morning and she was leaning over that heavy, awkwardly sized box with her full breasts pushed up against the cardboard, and her thick, dark hair draped over her tan shoulders, looking like a goddess.
Then seeing Jasper shirtless, not once but twice today.
I don’t like men, I internally remind myself.
I have no idea why every time he’s around I have this uncontrollable visceral reaction. I always force myself to hold back from these rampant thoughts of him, his body, his flirtation, but I only succeed for so long until I can’t control the urge, like right now.
Reaching down, I fumble with my belt before I tear open my zipper and push down my pants. Wrapping my hand around my already hard cock, I squeeze rough and angry, because I’m fucking pissed I’m doing this again, thinking of the one person I shouldn’t be thinking about.
Squinting my eyes shut, pre-cum pours out the tip and it’s been too long since I’ve given myself any attention due to shame of the thoughts I had the last time I relieved myself.
“Fuck you, Jasper,” I whisper, feeling the distinct tingle at the base of my spine, knowing just the thought of him touching me sends me spiraling over the edge so goddamn fast.
“I fucking hate you.” Gritting through my teeth as I glance down between my legs envisioning him there, looking up at me.
I’m angry, so fucking angry. At him, at myself. Abby for initiating this sensation. At everything.
But I need this. I need this so bad.
Closing my eyes, I think about Abby joining him on his knees, both of them begging me with their eyes for a taste, licking their lips like they can’t wait for it.
“Fuck yes, both of you take my cock,” I fantasize out loud, Jasper leaning in as he wraps his lips around the tip and I groan, throwing my head back, “Goddamn it Jasper, fucking take it.”
The door clicks behind me and I jump-turn, as I attempt to reach for my pants but topple over onto the bed.
My stiff cock bounces against my stomach as a string of pre-cum leaks out the tip.
Covering myself with my hand, I glance up to see Jasper standing in my room with the door closed behind him. His hands are splayed out in front of him like he’s protecting himself from an incoming attack.
I’m heaving, my breath is short and labored, not only from how aggressively I was fucking my hand but from the fact that he probably fucking heard me.
I close my eyes, squeezing them shut, then reopen and he’s still fucking there.
Goddamn it.
He’s frozen as he stares at me, his eyes bouncing between my eyes and my cock. I can see his chest rise and fall with calculated breath, like if he makes one wrong move the entire room will blow up.
It fucking feels like it will.
Any minute now. Please, take me and put me out of my misery.
Fuck, this is awkward, and embarrassing.
If he starts being his typical self and makes a joke right now I might kill him. I can’t take it.
“Please, just get out.” I manage to say the words but they come out defeated. My entire body slouches except my stupid cock, standing full mast, not defeated in the least.
“Don’t…” Jasper starts to talk but I interrupt him.
“Don’t freak out?” Oh, I’m freaking out.
“Don’t…stop. Please,” he pleads.
It’s only then I glance down seeing the bulge behind his pants and desire burning in his eyes.
“Please,” he says again and my cock twitches. “Keep going.”
Fuuuck.
I don’t want him knowing the things I think about while I touch myself. If he stays he’ll think I want that or like it. I don’t…It's just a reaction. It’s just physical.
Just because I think of something while I touch myself doesn’t mean I want it in real life. It’s just a simple fantasy. But, if he stays. No, no…he can’t stay.
I shake my head back and forth as I glare back at him, pissed he’s seeing me like this, vulnerable but so goddamn desperate.
I can’t move. My body is like a stone statue even though my mind is reeling a million miles an hour.
“Please, Wade. Just pretend like I’m not here.” A pained look crosses his face before he pleads again. “Please.”
My jaw slacks open with his words and I can’t hold back. I squeeze my eyes shut and wrap my hand around the length, pumping it from base to tip. The pre-cum lubricates my shaft, as I continue to stroke myself, the wet slapping sound echoes through the air between us.
My breaths shorten as my climax builds and I finally open my eyes, because as much as I don’t want him to see me doing this, I want to see his face when I come.
His eyelids are heavy, matching his labored breath and the look behind the lust in his eyes ignites my entire body on fire. “Fuck,” he hisses, as he places his hand over the front of his pants and his hips push forward in slow motion, like he can’t help but move because he needs the friction.
But he won’t dare step toward me, I can see the worry in his expression that I’ll stop.
Because I should fucking stop this.
What the hell am I doing?
I slow my pace and start to release my grip. But, he steps back, urgently slamming his hand over the top of the light switch and the room goes pitch black.
“Don’t fucking stop.” His tone is demanding this time. There’s no desperation in his voice like before, no question.
I hear his footsteps draw closer, then flinch when I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. His grip is soft but tight enough that he doesn’t allow me to pull away.
Turning my hand over, he spits in my palm. “Keep going. I want to hear you come all over yourself.”
Jesus Christ.
I can’t see him. I wouldn’t know he was here if it weren’t for the heat of his hand around my wrist, that woodsy sage scent that follows him everywhere and his desperate, heavy breath that matches mine.
My hand doesn’t move, until he guides it over my lap and my fingers naturally wrap around my cock. I grip it with a needy moan, but I remain frozen, unsure of what to do, until he begins to guide my hand up and down with his.
I grunt at the foreign sensation of someone else's pace—a man’s masculine grip—while my fingers continue to squeeze the full length of my shaft.
His saliva coats the tight skin around my cock, and the excess moisture creates slurping that sounds a hell of lot like someone sucking my cock.
I close my eyes and return to the vision of Jasper in front of me, mouth wide open as his lips wrap around my cock.
The sight rips the orgasm straight out of me as if I had no preparation for it and I lose all control.
“Fuck. Fuck…Fuck.” I beg, whimper, plead. I have no idea what other words spill out of my mouth.
My entire body is riding a high I can’t describe and even though I’m sitting down the room spins. I lean back onto the bed, my hands falling to my sides as I catch my breath.
A minute goes by, a few seconds. I can’t tell. It’s still dark and I can finally hear again after feeling like I was in a room with an exploding pipe bomb.
I sit up in the darkness but the scent that’s so distinctly him is gone and the sensation that someone is here is missing, too. I stand up, pulling my pants up enough so I’m not shuffling to the door and switch on the light.
He left.
He fucking left.