Page 77 of Catch
He turns on the shower and steps under the spray. For a minute, I stand there watching him, taking it all in. Jett, naked and wet, is hot AF, and my brain short circuits.
“Are you coming?” he asks.
“That’s a loaded question.”
I need to make jokes, because I’m in over my head. Showering with a fuck buddy is a new experience for me. I step inside the enclosure as Jett lathers up and begins to wash me from head to toe. And the strange part is, I let him. I like this too. It’s intimate in a way I’m not used to or prepared for. But my cock fills fast, so quick that I’m dizzy, and Jett’s getting hard too. We haven’t even kissed yet but the air between us is nothing short of electric. I stare into his soulful green eyes and cup his face in my palms, my thumb rubbing over his sensuous lips.
“Ethan.”
“So gorgeous,” I whisper. “Kiss me.”
I want more than a kiss. I want Jett Hawthorne to be mine.
“No,” he replies and pulls my hands away.
“What?”
“You’re going to be late. Hockey, remember?”
Reluctantly, I nod. It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to put sex before hockey. Huh.
Before I know it, the water’s shut off, and Jett’s reaching for towels.
“Ethan? Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
The sensual spell between us breaks when I hear Jett’s phone ringing in the other room.
“I need to get that.”
He passes me one towel and wraps the other around his hips. It’s only when he stalks out of the bathroom that I snap out of my lusty daydream, and I quickly dry off, hang the towel up, and grab my clothes. When I step back into his room, Jett’s still in his towel. He’s facing the window that looks out over campus, his back to me.
“I said no, don’t you get it? Stop calling me… How many times do I have to say it? I don’t want to see or talk to you, not ever again,” he snaps. “Did you hear me?... Don’t call me names. Better yet, don’t call me, period! You leave me no choice. I’m blocking this number too.”
It’s got to be Renner. That piece of shit better fuck off.
Jett taps his phone and slams it on the desk.
“Renner?”
Jett rolls his shoulders and lets out a sigh.
“Yeah. I blocked him, but now he’s calling from another number.”
I drop my clothes on the floor and walk up behind Jett. When I place my hands on his shoulders, he’s tense again, and I start to knead his muscles.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.”
I can’t resist kissing a line of freckles that trail up his neck. Irresistible.
“Still coming with me to practice?” I murmur against his skin.
“Can I play too? I’d like to hit a puck right about now.”
I chuckle and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him in tight, his ass cradling my dick. Fuck, that feels way too good.
