Page 28 of Wedding Bet

“So, you’re saying I’m special,” he continued, “but because I’m special, you’renotgoing to sleep with me? Unless I win the bet, of course.”

“I guess that is what I’m saying. Even though I truly hate putting it that way.”

In fact, all I could think about right now was how much I wanted to slide over to the other side of the couch and cover him in kisses. But I didn’t have to tell him that.

Jamie let out a long breath, lounging back on the couch and somehow getting even cozier, which I hadn’t known was possible.

God, I was dumb.

I was definitely insane for not having sex with him, wasn’t I?

“My cock is so hard,” he said. “Let’s talk about something else so I can stop focusing on how hard my cock is.”

I sucked in a breath.

I felt like I had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other:suck his hard cock, for God’s sake. But, no! Don’t suck it! Don’t interact with it at all!

“Yes. Okay. We can talk,” I said. “Um… how was your day?”

He smiled slightly. “Good.”

“Good.”

There was a pause, andallI was thinking about was his very hard cock, just inches away from me.

“Well. I can’t believe I actually hadfunin the snow today,” he finally said, shifting on the couch. “Being cold and having fun used to sound like an impossible thing to me.”

“Hey, are you saying skiing with me wasn’t fun the other day?”

He got up and started walking around the room, which only made it slightly easier for me to stop thinking about his cock. But then he made his way to the window and all I could focus on was his ass, which certainly wasn’t helping.

“You’re great at teaching skiing, Landry, but I don’t think I’m going to be an avid skier anytime soon,” he told me, giving me a wry look. “I felt like I was going to topple over even when I was standing still.”

“Well, if you ever get a random urge to give it another try, just call me up. I’m in my Los Angeles house often. We can go to Tahoe.”

Or we could have sex for seven days straight, or something. No big deal.

I swatted my urgent thoughts away like a fly.

“God,” Jamie said. “I still can’t believe you exist in California, too.”

I snorted. “What am I, some sort of rare monster that only comes out at weddings in the Rocky Mountains?”

He reached over and kicked me gently with his foot. “I’m just saying it’s hard to picture you anywhere but here. My own life in California feels like a completely different world than this.”

“Your roommate situation sounds like it might be kind of rough, too.”

Watching him walk around my suite was an exercise in self-control. I was the one who’d said we shouldn’t hook up, but now I was wondering if I was the dumbest man alive.

I was cockblockingmyself, for fuck’s sake.

“I’m used to it by now,” Jamie was saying. “My roommates are good people, but I definitely don’t get much in the way of personal space. That was part of the reason I was so excited to come to this wedding. Getting a hotel roomall to myself. It’s about a tenth the size of this one, but it’s been fucking incredible.”

I bit my lower lip. “Do you want to know something horrible?”

“I’m intrigued,” Jamie said. “I failed to put the moves on you, but hearing some juicy secrets might make up for it.”

I held up a finger. “First of all, you didnot‘fail’ to put the moves on me,” I corrected him. “Your moves worked, very, very well. I just think—”

---