Chapter Five
Cameron
Best blow job ever.
Except I only had last night’s to compare it to, and that one had been pretty spectacular.
Okay, best sober blow job ever.
Jasper grasped my cheeks, then thrust his tongue into my mouth.
A tart taste, unfamiliar to me, hit my tongue.
That’s me. I’m tasting me. Because as weird as this was, the fact I’d never contemplated tasting my jizz before now struck me as just as odd.
But then I’d never contemplated giving a guy a blow job—and I’d never received one from a woman—so it had just never occurred to me.
Does that make me weird? Thirty-three years old and—
“Cut it out.” Jasper pulled back and met my gaze. “You’re way overthinking this. I can hear the gears grinding in your mind.”
I wanted to scowl, because people rarely told me what to do. I had a DMD behind my name. That just afforded me certain privileges in the world. For some people, though, my skin color overrode the letters.
Jasper wasn’t calling me out on any of that, though, He was simply pointing out I was more focused on thinking than on kissing.
“I want to reciprocate.” His erection was pressed against my belly as he continued to straddle me.
His eyes darkened. “That’s not necessary.”
“But I want to. I don’t know if I can—” Give a blow job.
Slowly he nodded. He grasped my right hand and guided it to his crotch. He yanked his boxer briefs down, squishing the candy cane, and his cock sprang free. The rather impressively long phallus sat nestled in a bed of blond curls—just a shade darker than his hair.
“Jerk me, Cameron. I’m right on the edge. Just—”
I took him in hand and did just that. I had a vague thought of lube, but after six good strokes, he came.
Hard.
Spraying his cum on my shirt, my neck, and even a bit on my face.
I laughed. Joyously. Because I’d just made a guy come, and now, I had his cum on my face. Something about that struck me as really funny. Then, on impulse, I brought my hand, covered in his spend, to my lips.
And licked.
Huh. A little different from mine. Slightly saltier, if I had to judge. Was that because of what he’d eaten? I was so intensely curious.
His phone beeped.
“Oh, shit.” He wiped his hand on my shirt. “That’s the lasagna.” He yanked his boxer briefs up, scooted off the bed, silenced the alarm, and ran for the door. “You get cleaned up…” His voice trailed off and, moments, later, he clomped down the stairs.
Well, okay, then.
I just wanted to curl into a ball and hold him tight, but we had food to attend to. Thank Christ he set an alarm. I’d programmed the oven to turn off once the lasagna was cooked, but it should be checked to ensure it didn’t burn. At least the oven mitt is right there…
Still dazed, I tucked my cock back into my pajama pants, rolled off the bed, and headed for the bathroom.
Before I got there, though, I detoured to my walk-in closet where I retrieved a pair of jeans and a henley. I also grabbed two clean pairs of underwear. I dropped one on the bed before heading to the bathroom.
I didn’t need a shower, but I needed a good three minutes to wipe down my very sensitive cock, my chin, and my face. I grinned the entire time. Should I shave? That would be too obvious, right? Time hadn’t been on my side this morning, as I’d been nursing a bit of a hangover. Nope. Not going to do it.
Emerging from the bathroom, I found Jasper pulling on the clean boxer briefs. He grinned. “Thanks for these. I think I might’ve given your neighbors an eyeful with my deflated candy cane.
I actually laughed. “They’ll survive.” I held his gaze. “How’s the lasagna?”
How’d I do? For my first hand job?
“The lasagna is perfect.” He moved to me and stroked my chin. “You were perfect.”
Phew.
“I’ll go down and make a salad.”
“I knew you’d go healthy.”
“And some garlic bread.”
“Oh God, a man after my heart.” He held up a washcloth. “From your guest bathroom up here. I cleaned myself up.”
“Do you want a shower?”
“Well…”
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Have one in my bathroom. I’ll put on a load of laundry—including your underwear—and then put the garlic bread in the oven.”
“Perfect.”
And everything was perfect.
The bread came out from the oven right after I finished the Caesar salad, and the lasagna was cool enough to eat when Jasper tromped down the stairs looking fresh as a proverbial daisy.
We ate, we laughed, and then his phone buzzed.
I rose, grabbed our plates, and headed to the kitchen. Privacy was impossible unless he went into the powder—
“I’m in the Glencairn Estates. Are you sure I can’t drive to you? I have snow tires and used to live in the north—” He winced. “Okay, that makes sense. And you’ll bring me back here?” Another pause. “Right. Fifteen minutes. If you text me when you get here, I’ll be waiting.” Another pause. “I keep all my winter gear in my car. I’ve got gloves, a toque, a scarf, a parka, and sturdy boots. I’ll put them all on now.” He moved to the sliding glass door that led to my tiny balcony which held a café-style table, two chairs, and a gas barbecue. “Fifteen.”
The washing of clothes might be finished, but no way could I dry his underwear that quickly.
He’s leaving his car, and he’s coming back.
I moved to the kitchen window. Night had fallen, but the streetlamp illuminated the driving snow. Holy crap. I hadn’t checked the forecast, which was unusual for me. On weekends, I was a little less vigilant. I always surveyed everything Sunday night to determine if we were opening the office on Monday. Mission City didn’t get much snow, so the calculation was only needed a couple of times a year. If the roads weren’t properly plowed by tomorrow night, I’d consider asking Kyla, my receptionist, to cancel the Monday appointments. I yanked out my phone to check the hour-by-hour forecast. I kept scrolling, and all I saw was snow for the next two days.
Wow. How the fuck did I miss this?
Because I’d been focused on hoping to get laid at the party.
And what I’d gotten was about a thousand times better.
Still, vague guilt beset me.
“Thanks, Taryn. See you soon.” Jasper pulled his phone away from his ear. “I hope it’s okay that I leave my car here.”
“Of course. Whatever works. I want you to be safe.”
“I will be.” He sighed. “Not how I expected tonight to end.”
“While you’re getting dressed, why don’t I prepare some food. Coffee? Sandwiches? If I put some leftover lasagna in a container, will there be somewhere for you to heat it up?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, there’s plenty. Do you need water? I’ve got a stainless-steel bottle. Let me fill it with ice water. Although you’ll be cold—”
“I’ll need hydration after the coffee.” He pointed over his shoulder. “It’s bad out there.”
“Right. Go to the bathroom, then head downstairs. Seriously, is there anything you need? I have extras of everything. I adore Kade, but he often leaves shit here.”
He laughed. “I think I like this Kade. Nah, I’ll take everything you’ve offered.” He advanced, placed his hands on my chest, and leaned to press a kiss to my lips. “I won’t forget this.”
Does he mean the sandwiches or the hand job? I just didn’t know. “Yeah, okay.”
He pushed off me gently, then headed to the bathroom.
I scrambled to pull bread, ham, lettuce, and mayo from the fridge. Tomatoes? Might make the sandwich soggy. A separate container. I snagged my large lunch cooler and started tossing in everything I could think he might need as the coffee brewed.
He emerged and came over to join me. “I need to head—” His hand rested on my lower back. “Uh, Cameron?”
“Yes?”
“You’re not feeding an army.”
“Well, you don’t know how long you’ll be gone. And Taryn—”
“I suspect Taryn’s well-equipped. She seems pretty fierce.”
Well, so am I. I scooped out a huge section of lasagna and put it in a glass container.
“I have to get dressed.”
I turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come back safe, okay?”
Slowly, he nodded. His gray eyes solemn. “You bet.”
He pressed one more kiss onto my lips and then he headed downstairs to the garage
Five minutes later, I had everything ready. I even threw in several of my protein bars and a couple of chocolate cookies that I kept around because Tanner had a sweet tooth. I held onto the digestive cookies, because they were for June to mash with her gummy mouth.
I headed downstairs to find Jasper bundled.
“Sometimes it gets too hot in the cab, so I might wind up taking my coat off.” He eyed my hands. “You’ve packed me enough to live off for a month.”
“Well, at least until the storm abates.” My stomach roiled. I was so unaccustomed to these feelings of protectiveness. I loved my dad, but I didn’t worry like this. He was in a great retirement community with some good friends he’d made over the years he’d been there. I’d never dated someone seriously and, although I loved Kade, I’d really stopped worrying about him when he’d cut back on his alcohol consumption during his third year at university. He’d gotten his head on straight and moved forward to graduation, then a successful career, a great marriage, and amazing fatherhood. I handed over the cooler and the coffee.
A horn beeped.
I hit the button for the garage door.
As it opened, a cold wind swept in.
As did a huge pile of snow.
“Oh shit.” Jasper winced.
“I’ll put on a jacket and sweep it up. No big—”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. Then he hustled out of the garage, got into the cab of the snowplow, and closed the door.
Both he and Taryn waved before they took off.
I happened to be Taryn’s dentist. She’d switched when hers had retired. Since I used MATH automotive to take care of my SUV, all four women now saw me for their dental needs.
The wind blew in again.
I hustled into the house to shove my feet into boots, put on my coat, and to wrap a scarf around my neck. I went back to the garage, grabbed my broom, and started sweeping the snow back out to the laneway.
More wind.
More snow.
This is a losing battle.
“Hey, Cameron.”
I glanced up to find Rayne and Champ walking. Both were covered in snow.
“Hi.”
“Did I see Taryn and Jasper heading out in the snowplow?”
“Yep.” I continued to sweep, trying to keep up.
“So you’re alone.”
I stopped sweeping. “Uh, yeah.”
“Okay.” He glanced toward his townhouse. “Denali, Ursula, and Everett’s parents all headed out as soon as the snow started coming down. We were going to settle in to watch a movie. Why don’t you grab your phone and join us? Champ would love the company.”
The dog’s ears twitched at his name.
Wet dog…how charming.
Still, the idea of sitting home alone didn’t exactly appeal. Jasper wouldn’t be back for hours—if not longer. If I had my phone, then I could answer it if it he called. We’d all exchanged numbers within the badminton group when he joined. “Sure. Anything I can bring?”
“Nope. We’re having buttered popcorn and cola.”
I restrained myself. Both were awful for dental health. “Sounds great. I’ll be over in five.” I had enough snow cleared to close the garage door. Honestly, nothing else mattered.
“Perfect. We’re watching a sappy gay romance with Cole Hamilton and Peter Erickson.”
I squinted. “The one Peter won an Academy Award for?”
“Yep.”
The film had been on my list for a couple of years, but I’d never gotten around to watching it. “You going to provide the tissue?”
Rayne cackled. “Oh, you bet. I’m getting out of this shit.” With that he hustled Champ down the laneway, sticking to the tire tracks left by Taryn’s truck.
I closed the garage door, hung the broom in its spot, and headed into the house.
You still should bring something.
I toed off my boots and hustled upstairs. When I got to the kitchen, I opened my freezer. Score! A container of mini chocolate éclairs. I snagged my phone, abandoned on the counter.
—You like éclairs? —
—Oh God, yes. Rayne says he loves you. —
I laughed at Everett’s response. They were also my dad’s favorite, so I often took some to the nursing home. Oh, and Simeon’s grandparents loved them as well. The two of them were newer to the home, and Dad had taken a shining to the older couple immediately. Helped that Ryan, their grandson-in-law, brought his therapy dog, Chia, to visit.
For a moment, I considered. I always had a treat in my pocket for Chia. I opened the container and snagged one. Surely Rayne wouldn’t mind if I gave one to Champ.
I packed everything, headed downstairs to put my boots on, went outside, locked the door, and put my head down against the blowing snow.
Please let Jasper be okay.
I have so much I need to say to him.
Whether the words would come or not was an entirely different matter.