Page 23 of Unspoken Confessions
It wasn’t even Austin.
I blinked as I stared down at Jen, my hand gripping the door handle tightly.
I definitely hadn’t expected it to be him since I was sure he’d been on his way out before I’d jumped in the shower.
His mouth hung open as if whatever he was planning to say became stuck somewhere deep inside. His eyes raked down my body, and then back up, pausing none to slyly at the area just below the cinched towel.
As he met my eyes again, I raised a brow.
Yeah, I’d been couped up in this house for just shy of two weeks. I’d been antsy and frustrated from the fact that I took this job. And aggravated just from being here. It didn’t help that I refused to jack off even when my dick was so hard that I had trouble sleeping. Not in this house. Sure as hell not with Austin and Nick roaming around at all hours. It didn’t matter that they’d never know, it was the principle of it. And certainly not when it was images of Mr. Movie Star that had gotten me hard in the first place.
Jen’s hand reached out and I didn’t even try to stop him as his fingers hooked inside the towel.
The towel dropped to the floor and Jen sucked in a sharp breath.
“I fucking knew it would be glorious,” he breathed out with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
I stepped back as he crossed the threshold, my hand still gripping the handle tightly. With a slight flick of my wrist, the door swung shut behind him. I let him back me up to the padded bench at the foot of the bed. I even gave him the satisfaction of thinking his little push against my shoulder caused me to plant my bare ass on the bench. Without any further niceties, he dropped down on his knees. There was no hesitation as he gripped me tightly with his hand and managed to work my somewhat interested cock to hard-as-nails in seconds.
My body and head fought. It was just sex and that was all I could ever have. It didn’t mean anything. It wouldn’t matter come tomorrow because Jen was much like me. It would be forgotten, a distant memory that neither of us would ever recall on.
But it wasn’t right.
And suddenly a feeling much like guilt bubbled up inside of me.
Which was a shame because Jen was cute. Just my type too. Way smaller than me. Flirty. Amazing lips and ass. Honestly, Jen was the type that I often ended up with in a room at Pike or some back alleyway of a seedy bar. He was the type that I’d zero in on because I had needs to fill and it was just that. The ones that were hot, sexy, and knew the score without me having to explain it to them. I wasn’t worried that this would cause complications, knowing more than likely Jen would forget about it and move on by the time he left the house. Hell, from what I’d picked up in conversations, he’d probably be on to someone else in a couple of hours. I wasn’t judging and honestly, I was glad it was that way. It made this situation a little less fucked up.
When an odd pain stung my chest, I wrapped my hand around his to stop his movements. His eyes met mine with confusion blaring loud and clear in them.
“It’s not me, is it?” he asked but by his tone, he was already putting the pieces in place.
I shook my head, my eyes locked onto his.
When I felt his grip go slack, I released my own. His hand pulled away like my dick was made of fire.
“Fuck,” he breathed out and dropped his gaze.
Yeah, I felt the same.
He rocked back and stood, his attention on my cock long gone.
“He’s not in a place where he can let himself have what he wants, and I’m not sure if he will ever be,” he said softly. “I hope you understand that.”
I did and I also didn’t.
I couldn’t say if I knew enough about Nick to completely understand what was going on in his head.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he straightened his spine, turned around, and walked out the door.
Well, fuck!
My dick was still hard and now all I could think about was Nick.
That night.
An alternate universe.
My eyes closed and my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock.
