Page 51 of The Boyfriend Gamble

“May I…” I meant to ask about reciprocating with a blow job, but he snagged my hand and guided me to jerk him off. In the back of my mind, I worried about friction burn, but his movement suggested he was far beyond caring.

A few tugs later, he spurted over my hand and roared a release.

My cock stirred. I did that. To him. And something told me this was just the beginning. Thinking of all the things he could do to me, and all the things I could do to him, brought tears to my eyes.

I was twenty-five and had missed all of this.

Except sharing it with someone I wasn’t in love with would’ve been wrong. Obviously, I needed a connection. I needed someone I truly loved.

Huh.

Okay.

Yeah.

I loved Jacob Fogal. And somehow I needed to tell him before—

His phone rang. He met my gaze. “They can wait.”

“It might be important. After all, my engagement party was supposed to start in…” I glanced at the clock. “Twenty-three minutes?” My scrambled brain couldn’t figure it out.

He wiped his hand on his T-shirt and grabbed his phone from his back pocket. He winced before swiping. “Hey, Josie.” A pause. “Sure, I can put you on speaker.”

In no way did he look pleased about this and, I suspected, if it had been any other day, he would’ve refused.

“Hey, Felix.”

“Hi—” I cleared my throat after the croak. “Hey, Josette.”

“Right. So, I hope you got your jollies off.”

I coughed.

She giggled. “Yeah, I figured. Don’t forget the party starts in twenty. I can hold off the hordes for a bit. At least shower and change so you don’t show up smelling like spunk—”

“Jesus, Josie.” Jacob winced.

Another laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I know you keep a spare pair of underwear in your glove box. Shower and be here in…forty minutes?”

The drive would take eighteen…

“Okay, Josette.” I hit the end call button. “Like holy shit. You grab your underwear, and I’ll get the shower going.”

“Separately. You better be out by the time I get there. You don’t need to wash your hair.”

He was right, of course. I dashed upstairs while he headed out to his car.

Miraculously, we arrived at their parents’ house only eight minutes later than his sister had demanded. He parked his truck on the side of the road, almost a block away, because the street was full of vehicles. Yet we didn’t get out.

After a moment, he snagged my hand. “This is going to change everything.”

“I know.”

“Is this really what you want? Because it’s not too late to back out.”

I gazed into his ocean-blue eyes. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“Fuck no. I mean, when I woke up today, I didn’t think I’d be getting engaged to my sister’s fiancé.”

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