Page 111 of The Other Guy

SIERRA

Wandering hands wake me up. It’s definitely not a bad way to start my day, though. The room is still shrouded in darkness and I slowly let my eyes adjust so I can see Jack clearly.

I think he’s fondling me in his sleep.

He’s making noises and touching me and… oh. my. gosh.

He’s basically humping my leg.

His erection is pressed up against my thigh and his hips are moving.

What am I supposed to do in this situation? Wake him up? Let him finish? Join the party? Is he dreaming and has no idea he’s doing it?

I feel like I need to at least try to wake him up, let him know that if he’s wanting to get something started, which he seems to be, that I’m more than ready to participate as well.

“Jack,” I whisper and he responds by gripping my right breast, hard, and moaning my name.

“Jack,” I say a little louder this time and his head jerks up from where it was resting against my arm.

He looks around the room in confusion, down at his hand then down at where his legs have my one leg trapped. His eyes widen and he scrambles up to sitting.

“Holy shit.”

“Have a nice dream, did you?”

I wish it wasn’t dark in here so I could see if his cheeks took on color or not. He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, about that…”

“No worries.”

“Was I, um… you know… on you?”

He gestures to himself then to my leg. I shrug and place a hand on his chest. “It’s okay. Not a terrible way to wake up.”

He drops his face into his hands and groans. “I cannot believe I did that.”

“Were you dreaming?”

He lifts his head and glares at me. “What do you think? Of course I was dreaming. A rather good dream, too.”

“The way I see it, then, is that we have two choices. We can either continue to dwell on this and you can be embarrassed even though you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Or… we can finish what you started.” I let my hand slide over his firm stomach and down that sexy V that I’ve never cared about before, but now it’s right there for me to ogle. Now I can’t stop.

“There really are no secrets between us now, are there?”

“Nope.” I grin but refuse to think about only a week ago when I was sick in front of him. I also can hardly believe that was only a week ago. Though, we’ve spent a lot of time together in that short week, I’m sure to some, we’ve moved fast. Good thing I don’t care what people think. “Last night you wouldn’t let me be on top. It’s my turn.”

He smiles and rolls to his back, placing his hands behind his head. The lean muscles this man has is almost intimidating. He’s probably one of those annoying people who will stay thin their entire lives even if they eat fast food for every meal. “Have your way with me, sweetheart.”

I wiggle with excitement and climb over him, gripping him between us. I don’t give him open mouth kisses because… well, neither of us brushed our teeth before we passed out last night and morning breath isn’t sexy. I don’t care how much I want him or he wants me, there are some things that shouldn’t be experienced between a new couple. I do, however, pepper his face with kisses before moving down his body, doing the same along the way.

Gripping him in my hand, I start to center myself above him but he stops me. “Condom,” he mutters.

I feel like an idiot. Not because he doesn’t trust me enough, but that I didn’t even think of it. “Right.”

He’s definitely right. My ex was messing around on me for God knows how long. Birth control doesn’t keep both of us safe so I need to be tested, even though Jeff and I only used condoms. I don’t want to risk it.

“I’m due to get tested, too,” he tells me and I wrinkle my nose.

“This isn’t sexy talk.”

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