Page 9 of King of Jokers

Jackson and Summer.

“She would be able to feel his arousal, thick and heavy against her. It would send a bolt of need to her core, a dull pulse picking up its rhythm at the filthy thoughts flicking through her mind.

“The taste of his skin, the feel of his hands on her thighs. Images of him finally seeing her for who she really was – a woman. And taking her right there on the flight because he could no longer stop himself. He needed to be inside her, to feel the warmth of her wrapped around him.”

Jack gripping me a little firmer caused my eyes to shoot open, his equally as wide before he took a hasty step back.

“Fuck,” he laughed. “Sorry.” He looked down and I followed the movement, a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Oh my god. Did I do that?” I slapped a hand across my mouth, my astonishment threatening to escape with a string of more unnecessary questions.

How on god’s forsaken earth did I have some part in causingthatreaction fromhim. The notoriously sexy footballer who spent his days with the best of female kind, according to the gossip sites I abashedly stalked on the regular.

And in my parent’s living room to add to the peculiarity of it all. I felt like running and turning every family photo around, terrified someone was somehow watching and judging me.

The inept prude who couldn’t write a sexy scene accosted her friend resulting in a boner.

“Argh –,” he lifted his hat and ran a hand through his hair.

Was he nervous? Because of me? And his…

“What the heck?” I asked, pointing at what I was certain was an impressive third member who had entered the scene.

“I have no excuse,” he raised his palms towards the sky as if he too was befuddled. “Although I haven’t been laid in a while and this orange shit is deadly.” He added, reaching for the liqueur and squinting as if he could suddenly read the faded label any better than I could.

“Mr. I am out every night with a new woman isn’t getting any — since when?” This was new information and while I was playing coy I was starving for details.

“A while,” he shrugged. “But that’s a conversation for another day. Tonight is about you and working out how we can solve this little problem you’re having.”

“Nice deflection, Jack-O-Lantern.”

“Thanks,” he grinned. “You seem like you’re doing just fine given my reaction.” He grimaced again, glancing down towards his crotch.

Wait… so it was me. Or my words? The sultry scene I was creating? Being pressed against me?

All of the above?

“Well tonight was different. It’s not usually like that,” I whined.

“So what was it about tonight that made it easier? We need to replicate that.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal.

Hesitating, I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes at him, while I thought about how best to articulate what I wanted to say.

You. You were the difference, you big, dumb, sexual oaf.

You and your reassuring aura and the way you make me feel safe.

It could also maybe, most definitely have something to do with the gargantuan crush I’ve always had on you.

“You’re nervous,” he glanced down to my hand where I was speedily twirling my infinity ring. A ring he bought me for my sixteenth birthday because he said our friendship would last forever – like the strength of double infinity. While it didn’t make sense to me at the time, it was the sweetest gesture anyone had ever done for me and I’d worn it everyday since. It was years later he admitted he chose this particular one as the sales lady had informed him her daughter also had one and used it when she was anxious. He was forever doing things like this as if it were the most simple act in the world to bring me something he knew would help me remain calm.

I crossed my arms to stop myself fidgeting and immediately began biting the inside of my cheek instead.

“Spit it out.”

“Fine,” I huffed. “I think you might be able to help,” I said before I lost my courage. “Because I already feel like I can write this scene now.” God, this was so unbelievably embarrassing. What if this idea was a result of the fictitious worlds I was spending most of my free time delving in as I researched for my own romance novel.

What if he said no or worse, laughed in my face. What if he was repulsed, I mean I was nothing like any of the women he partied with in Sydney.