Chapter 21
Pete
He loved me.
I had his balls in one hand and my other held his dick. But I was too far gone to move them. If sixteen-year-old me could’ve seen me now. With Jackson’s dick in hand, and the knowledge that he loved me.
“Should we continue the sex talk some other time?” Jackson asked, and I quickly shook my head.
I found it easier to talk about this while I was busy doing something else.
And Jackson had trouble focusing on me while we talked, as long as I played with him the right way.
It might seem cowardly of me, but it was easier to talk about this without having eye contact.
“I want to hear more,” I replied, knowing my head shake wasn’t telling him enough.
“Do you like the thought of someone else fucking you?”
I found that I did. “If you’re there, and I can pick out who, then I don’t think I’d mind. But I don’t want us to be with others on our own.”
“I wasn’t planning on that, either. But I wasn’t picturing myself with someone else, only you.”
I frowned. “But I’d find it hot too, seeing you with someone else, I mean.”
“Would you?”
I nodded. “Maybe another couple or something.”
“We can always try it. But there’s no rush, and we’re definitely not doing it while I’m living here, or in some seedy club.” I shuddered just thinking about it. I wouldn’t enter a club like that ever again, no thank you.
“Your dream mansion,” I said, recalling he’d told me his dream.
“If we end up living in a mansion, and make it a club for BDSM members, then we could play around with couples there. And since we would be vetting them before they could become members, they’d be trustworthy for us.”
“Until then, just us two,” I said, wanting to familiarize myself with Jackson’s body before we invited other people into our bedroom.
“Just me and you,” he agreed, and I resumed sucking on his dick.
After a satisfying night of mutual blowjobs and cuddling, I found myself ravenous.
Jackson was in the shower, so I had the pleasure of cooking our breakfast. I knew Mike tended to sleep in, giving us an hour or two before he would join us, but I still made enough for him.
Jackson had bought blueberries and since the pancake mix had worked out fine last time, several more were bought, much to my amusement.
I was plating up the pancakes when Jackson’s arms came around my middle, then he kissed the top of my head. I sighed and leaned back against him. I couldn’t wait for us to live together.
“Did your realtor call you?” I asked, knowing Daisy had said it wouldn’t take long before the mansion would be back on the market.
“No, why?”
I shrugged. “I heard rumors the mansion would be put up for sale soon, that’s all.”
“Really? Where did you hear that?” His voice was filled with excitement.
“A coworker of mine is friends with a realtor; they told me about it.” I couldn’t tell him that it was Daisy, so this would have to be enough.
“Fuck, I hope they’re right. That place just felt right, you know? I think you and I could be happy there.” I was all swoony inside hearing that.
“I think so too,” I said, turning off the stove before pushing him back with my ass and turning in his arms. He laughed and hoisted me up on the counter.
I had my legs around him in an instant, his mouth on mine as we each took our fill.
My dick was hard against his, which was getting on board too.
I rubbed against him, seeking friction. I moaned as he slipped a hand beneath my T-shirt, entering my panties.
His T-shirt was sufficient clothes for me since it reached mid-thigh, and it proved to be a good choice, considering how easy it was for him to locate my dick.
“No!” Mike yelped. “I’m forever traumatized! The horror!” We jerked apart and found Mike’s retreating form, just before we heard the slam of his bedroom door.
Berlina came into view and I fought my blush. “Phew! That was hot as fuck.” I internally groaned. They’d left us alone yesterday, but I didn’t have the chance to tell them off like I had with my own ghosts back home. I would need to state my boundaries when I had the opportunity.
“You go talk to him,” Jackson said, placing my feet back on the floor and patting my butt. “Go.”
“Me?! Why me?” I demanded.
“I can’t talk to him about what he saw! I already emotionally scarred him once.
” Well, he did have a point there. I glared at him as I left the kitchen.
I would find some kind of punishment for him, something that wouldn’t punish me too.
So, sex was off the table, since I couldn’t go without that anymore.
I knocked on Mike’s door, waiting for the go ahead. “Come in, Pete. But you better be clothed!”
I opened the door and gave him an unimpressed look. “How did you know it was me?”
“You knock differently.”
“Huh.” I sat down next to him on the bed and waited for something to happen. When nothing did, I said, “Sorry you saw Jackson jacking me off in the kitchen. It won’t happen again, no more sex outside of Jackson’s room, or bathroom. I promise.”
Mike shuddered. “He jacked you off?!”
I raised a brow at him. “Wasn’t that what had you running off?”
“No! I thought you were just kissing!”
“And that had you running?!”
He crossed his arms and looked the other way. “I was surprised.”
“I’d say. We were too, by the way. How come you woke up so early?”
He let out a deep breath. “I try to get up earlier than I’m used to.”
“Why?”
“There’s this project I want to be a part of in Africa. Which means early mornings and nights. I might as well get my body used to it.”
“You never mentioned this. When and for how long?”
“After Christmas, so two months from now. And I’ll be gone for two years.”
“Two years?! Does Mom know? Does Jackson?”
He shook his head. “No, I haven’t heard back from the organization yet. I signed up later than planned, and I might not be experienced enough for it.”
“When did you sign up for it?”
“Three days after I returned from Japan.”
“Vera,” I whispered. “She was the reason you waited.”
He nodded. “Two years would be too much for her. And if she wanted to give us another try, I wasn’t about to leave right after.”
“But what about the times after? If you did get together again, I mean. You’d need to travel for work. Hell, that is your job.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But when did this conversation become about me?”
I chuckled. “When you needed the mental image of your best friend jacking your little brother off out of your mind?” I batted my lashes at him and he pointed to the door. Laughing, I got up and left his room.
I had pancakes and Jackson to get back to.