Page 78 of Catch
“I’ll ask Coach. Can you skate?”
“No.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“And then I’ll get you out on the lake.”
“Deal. But don’t be surprised if we tip over before we leave the dock.”
Jett laughs and relaxes into me. I nuzzle his neck and give it a kiss.
I don’t want to let go of him.
This time, my phone pings. It’s my fifteen-minute reminder about practice.
Jett slips out of my hold and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a black jockstrap and slides it on slowly, and I’m pretty sure there’s drool coming out of my mouth as I stare at him.
“Hurry up and get dressed,” he admonishes me.
“But I’m enjoying your reverse strip show.”
“You’re weird.”
“And?”
Jett shakes his head and ambles over to his closet. He grabs a pair of dark-wash jeans, a white long-sleeve T-shirt, and of course, his cowboy boots.
I put my clothes back on, minus my briefs, because hello, sticky mess.
“You’re leaving me with laundry?” Jett teases.
“Isn’t that part of our deal?” I quip as I make my way to the door. “I mean, in addition to you taking care of all my sexual needs and cooking me dinner?”
“I didn’t know you were looking for a husband.”
I trip and nearly face plant into his door. Thank fuck my hands are faster than my brain. I wouldn’t want to explainthatinjury to Coach Banning.
Shaking my head, I turn around to find Jett laughing.
“Funny.”
Jett’s smile is wicked as he slowly unzips his jeans.
“Wait. What are you doing? Aren’t you coming with me to practice?”
He ignores my comment and pulls off his boots. Then he slips off his jeans and his jock and reaches down for my underwear.
What the…
When he pulls them on, I try to control my dick, but it’s pointless. I’m so turned on that he’s wearing my cum-stained briefs that before I know it, I’m rock-hard again. Jett slides his jeans back on, and I cup my raging erection to try and calm the fuck down.
He smirks.
“Now I’m ready to go.”
“I’m not. I mean, he is,” I confess as I point to my dick. “But not me. Fuck, Jett, you play dirty.”
He walks up to me and gives me a resounding kiss.
