Chapter 30
FEARLESS WADE IS A FORCE OF NATURE
JASPER
“What the fuck is your problem?” His words sink in and I rear back, shocked from not only his question but the way he barreled into our room, slamming the door behind him.
What the fuck is my problem?
I said nothing after he wordlessly rejected me with his disgusted body language and nauseated facial expression. For the first time in my life, I didn’t retort back with him, yet every time I do it pisses him off.
I simply walked away this time. I walked away because I’m trying to respect his boundaries and now he’s pissed I stayed quiet.
“I can’t fucking win with you, Wade.” I toss the towel aside, snatch up a pair of joggers and step into them haphazardly yanking them on.
“What the hell does that mean?” he asks, but I think he knows exactly what that means. In fact, I have no idea why he’s even fighting me on this.
Sure, I think he’s curious. Actually, I know he is. But, he’s going to push back on every single thing that happens between us with or without Abby and frankly, my self-esteem can’t handle it.
I’m not going to tell him that, though.
I mindlessly pick through my closet for a shirt as I peer in his direction. He’s still dressed in his turnout gear, well, half dressed. His lower half is covered by the pants that hang low on his waist, the suspenders are draped over the sides as one hand grips the strap.
His chest, his stupid gorgeous chest, glistens with a light sheen of sweat peppered with the perfect amount of hair between his pecs and, fucking hell, my body can’t help but have a visceral reaction to him. Something I’ve always been good at hiding, but failed at miserably today.
My usual banter with Wade usually fuels me. It’s fun to see his reaction and get under his skin. We can debate and rally back and forth about anything and everything, then turn around and be the best working mates in the field. We contrast each other perfectly.
But right now, after everything that’s happened today, I have no energy for it.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I reply, defeated because I don’t have the ability to hide my emotions. Even when I intentionally show them, it comes out as flirtatious and fun, so I’m hardly ever taken seriously.
“Wow, the almighty witty Jasper doesn’t have anything more to say,” he replies, poking at me.
I rip the shirt off the hanger and throw it across the room then stomp over toward him.
“What the fuck do you want me to say, Wade?” I stand toe to toe with him as he backs further into the wall next to the door. He’s hardly made it a foot in the room, like he’s unsure he even wants to be here.
We’re both still fucking topless, half-horny, half-pissed, and overflowing with testosterone. This is a really bad mixture.
“Want me to tell you how fucking bad I wanted to get down on my knees in front of you? How I fucking daydream about that, non-fucking-stop, but force myself not to, so you don’t have an existential crisis?
Want me to tell you how bad I want Abby, you, and all of this?
” I suck in a desperate breath just to huff it back out again.
“Fuck.” I run my hand through my hair, pissed that I admitted everything I was trying to hide, then reach for the doorknob and open the door. “Well, there you go. Did you get what you came for?”
“Not even close,” he says under his breath, then dips his fingers into my waistband pulling me flush against him, slamming his lips against mine. My eyes saucer in surprise before squeezing shut and I moan into his mouth.
Jesus fucking christ. My body is on fire and everything tingles. Letting go of the door knob I grab his waist and rock my hips into him, pressing my erection against his.
Fuck.
I pull away, catching my breath as I stare into his dark eyes, burning with so much heat I can feel it against my skin.
“Show me.” His words take a minute to register. My brows knit, then soften in realization of what he’s asking for. He presses his palm over my shoulder, gently guiding me down in front of him.
“Show me everything you daydream about.”