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“I’m sweaty, and I need out of these shorts. I don’t usually wear them walking around campus.”
“Thank fuck for that. You’d cause all kinds of accidents, what with people staring at your?—”
“Ethan.”
“Sugar.”
I give him my middle finger, but instead of being offended, his smile deepens.
Trouble doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m in for.
CHAPTER 9
ETHAN
I’m used to seeing guys naked in the locker room, and I’ve never paid much attention before. Except to, you know, compare the goods. What can I say, guys are competitive about everything, especially our dicks.
But seeing Jett in that skintight bodysuit, transparent with sweat, is makingmesweat.
I’ve been hornier in the past week than I have been in months. Maybe years. My dirty fantasies have taken an unexpected turn, and Jett is the star in all of them. In fact, he’s the only thing I can think about.
It’s not like me. I rub one out, and I’m good. And I’ve never rubbed one out over a guy before.
Now I can’t stop fucking my fist, and every time I call out Jett’s name, I’m coming harder than I have in my life. I’ve jacked off so many times in the past seven days that my hand is cramped and my dick is chafed. I even called off my meetup with Willow last week because I had no desire to fuck her. At all. Or anyone else for that matter.
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and worst of all, I can’t stay away from Jett. I’d texted him but got frustrated when he wouldn’t reply. Fuck that. I can’t be the only one feeling like this.
I saw the way he looked at me the other night. It wasn’t all me.
Do I even have a clue what I’m doing when it comes to him? No. Will it stop me from finding out? Also no.
Which is why I find myself at Lake Kinnear, at the ass crack of dawn, eager to snatch a glimpse of Jett, and why I call out when I should’ve left the Crew to finish their practice in peace. The way the group of them moved together on the water was totally mesmerizing, but my eyes immediately locked on rower number eight. Jett’s blond hair was damp and curling at his temples, and when he finally stepped out of the boat, I got the full view of his cut body in that sexy rowing outfit. My brain short-circuited and my jeans were suddenly too damn tight. Fuck, I was not prepared to see to him in that skintight getup.
His bodysuit is the biggest tease, and who knew I’d have a kink for lycra?
Somehow, someway, I managed to get words out and convince him to hang out with me. Okay, the volunteer thing is an excuse, but it’s still valid. Whatever gets me closer to Jett. I need to figure out what the fuck is happening to me, and why him.
“Are you coming or what?” he asks.
I move aside so he can walk past me, and I swear to fuck no one has ever smelled so good. Is he bathing in pheromones or something? Up close, I can clearly see the outline of his cock in those shorts but it’s such a tease. There’s nothing I want more than to peel those sexy shorts off him. No, more than that, I want to drop to my knees right here on the dock—who cares about the splinters—and worship that tight ass with my hands and my tongue. Fuck, my filthy imagination is working overtime and there’s no stopping it.
Is Jett seriously going to walk back to campus dressed like that? He might as well be naked.
My tongue is unusually tied as I take in every inch of him. Every sweaty, gorgeous inch…
I finally follow him off the dock, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t do something stupid like reach for him. Jett talks to his crew, and then heads for the first shed. I wait impatiently by the trail until he returns a minute later with his backpack.
“You want to borrow this?” I suggest as I point to my T-shirt.
What is coming out of my mouth right now? And yet, I really love the idea of him wearing my clothes.
He’d smell like me, and everyone would know that he’s mine.
“Then what would you wear?”
I shrug, and Jett looks at me like I’ve lost it.
“Are you alright?” he asks me.
