Chapter 8
JERKING OFF YOUR STRAIGHT FRIEND IS WELL WORTH THE CONSEQUENCES. I THINK
JASPER
Ileft.
I just fucking left.
But I had to. I had to before I made him do something he would’ve been way too uncomfortable doing.
I round the corner of the hallway and my entire body melts into the wall as I lean against it.
Fuck.
I peer back around the corner to see if he’s opened the door but it doesn’t even look like the light is on yet.
Another thing I couldn’t manage to do…turn the light back on. Because I know the moment I turned on that light, reality would hit him as to what just happened and he would hate me, and even worse, hate himself.
I could tell by the way he was talking to himself when I walked in there. Scolding himself really.
But then he told us to take him.
I didn’t know who he meant at first, then he said my fucking name while tugging at that thick, gorgeous cock of his and I froze.
Watching him please himself while he called out my name. “Fuuuuuck,” I spit out, as I squeeze my eyes closed, tapping the back of my head against the wall.
I should’ve turned on the light. We could have talked about it.
No. I shake my head.
He would have thrown me out, not knowing what to do or say and it would have been awkward as hell.
I’m better off leaving until the moment is right.
But he probably fucking hates me more than ever now.
I peek around the corner again, because fuck, I want to go back in there. Demand he accept that was the hottest fucking thing we could have ever done and get me off in return.
Years. Years I’ve fantasized about him. Jesus, it was better than I ever imagined.
He was thinking about me.
I can’t help the lopsided smile that appears on my face, knowing I had that kind of effect on him.
I am definitely taking my shirt off around him more often.
A door slams down the hall and when I peek around the corner for the third time, a sliver of light shines through the slit at the bottom of the door.
Soooo…he’s pissed.
Maybe I should go back now.
“Jasper?” Abby’s angelic voice calls from behind me and I turn, almost as suddenly as Wade did when I caught him in the room.
“Hey.” My reply is urgent.
Another thunderous sound barrels out from Wade’s room and she cranes her neck to look down the hall.
“He just needs…some time.” I reply as we both hear drawers slamming.
“Did I do something?” Her brows pinch together.
“No,” I step toward her, “not at all.” I have an urge to touch her like she needs comfort and reassurance. Or maybe that’s me after what just happened.
I stare into her gorgeous chocolate eyes as I trail my hand over her arm and reach for her hand. Her fingers are wrapped around the handle of a bag and she lifts it up showing me a large oversized box placed inside the plastic, her smile a mile wide.
I squint, confused.
“It’s a special edition Lego fire truck, I thought he’d like it and I was hoping to build it with him.
” Her reply is adorable and certain, like she’s already made up his mind for him.
“I thought we could build it and he could take it home to Lily. I know she’s too young to play with it, but maybe just display it somewhere for her later.
” She shrugs and there’s a tad of shyness to her tone I haven’t heard before.
Wade loves puzzles and games, specifically building stuff like Legos. That’s how he spends most of his free time and it’ll probably help get him out of his head, especially if he has a partner.
“You know,” I glance down the hallway, “I think he’d really like that.”
“Yeah?” she asks, needing that same assurance I did a few seconds ago.
I nod and smile, keeping my gaze locked on hers.
“Want to come with me?” That uncertainty is back in her tone as she glances down the hallway like she’s worried of rejection.
“I gotta help Major with some stuff, but Wade will be happy that you’re checking in on him.” I give her a chaste kiss on the cheek and wink, as I step around her heading down the hallway in the opposite direction. He’s less likely to be a prick if it’s just her.
Stopping just before I round the corner, I turn around and call out, “just…you know, knock first.”