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“Now.”
So much for easygoing.
CHAPTER 18
ETHAN
After I have sex, awkwardness inevitably settles in. I don’t like to cuddle with my fuck buddies, and I’m eager to roll out of their bed or get them out of mine. I’m pretty blunt about it, but at least I’m honest. Once I come, I go back to my friends, or the party, or whatever it is that calls my attention.
With Jett, however, none of that happens.
I can’t stop touching him, I don’t want to leave his side, and I need him in my bed. Add to that, there’s a gnawing ache in my belly when I think about that guy Reese and the hungry way he was looking at Jett.
My Jett.
Me, jealous? Unbelievable, but also undeniably true.
I’m caught in a game where I don’t know any of the rules, and I’m running purely on instinct. Instinct which has me acting like a total caveman. Coming all over Jett’s sexy ass, marking him, making him walk around smelling like me, it was so fucking hot, and I’m going to be replaying that in my spank bank for a long time.
And now he wants to shower, so we’ll shower. Together. Another thing I don’t do with my usual hookups.
“It’s nice you have your own bathroom,” I comment as we step inside his room. “I share one with Gage and Marshall, and some days I need a hazmat suit to enter.”
Jett’s husky laugh echoes in the small space.
“In that case, mine’s probably going to be too neat and clean for you. That’s my ranch upbringing; chores come first.”
“Speaking of the ranch, do you wear those leather riding chaps a lot?”
Jett’s face turns bright red. I’d tell him he’s adorable, but I think he might expire on the spot.
“Are you serious?”
“More than.”
“Are you stalking me on socials?”
“I’m following you, yes.”
“I shouldn’t find that hot, but?—”
“But you do?” I quip and pull him into my arms, nuzzling my face into his neck.
Fuck, he still smells like me, and my heart beats triple time.
“Save that for later,” Jett protests and pulls away. “You’re going to be late to practice.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
He gives me a swat on the ass—payback—and I like it. Fuck, I more than like it. I crook my finger at him, urging him closer, but he shakes his head and backs up. I follow until we step into his bathroom. It’s exactly as he says, sparkling clean and tidy.
“Get in the shower, Ethan.”
Jett starts to strip, and all my words dry up. His T-shirt is thrown aside, then his tank top, and finally those indecent shorts that are my favorite thing ever. He’s golden, sun-kissed, and his chest is hairless with pink nipples that make my mouth water. My gaze trails down to his taut abs and the V-lines that frame his heavy cock. He’s gorgeous, all over, andI don’t know that I’m going to make it to hockey practice at all.
I follow suit, yanking off my shirt and unzipping my jeans. I shove the denim down my thighs and kick them off, then remove my briefs. Unlike Jett, I’m not manscaped, and for a second my confidence wavers.
Until Jett turns around and I notice the dry cum on his ass cheeks. My cum. Holy shit, that’s the sexiest thing ever.
