Page 30 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“For fuck’s sake,”I mutter, taking my glasses off and pinching between my brows as my eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation. After a few moments, I let out a heavy exhale as I put my glasses back on and attempt to refocus on my laptop screen.
I’ve been trying to write this damn email for the last hour, but I can’t concentrate. There’s too much arousal thrumming through my pack bond.
Jackson usually keeps his emotions locked down while he’s working. It was part of our implicit agreement when we bonded as a pack—we shut off our connection during sex so that he doesn’t have to deal with anything that Ambrose and I get up to in the bedroom, and we don’t have to feel when he’s getting off.
Yet here I am, dealing with the increasingly intense pulses of Jackson’s lust being pumped directly into my brain.
God, the man has the worst timing.
I’d find his lack of control amusing if I didn’t have a metric fuckton of ass kissing to do because someone on my teamdropped the ball on their deliverables for some very important clients. It’s hard to write a good apology email when your throbbing dick keeps distracting you.
I groan when more lust pours through the bond. Fuck, whatever Jackson is doing is making him crazy. It’s making me crazy, too, and I’m not even there.
Focus.I need to finish this up so I can spend time with Ambrose.
I barely had time to give him a quick kiss in passing when he came back from his night shift at the clinic right as I was heading to the office. When I got home, he was out running errands, so I went right back to work in the hopes I could be done by the time he got back.
So much for that idea.
My cock presses insistently against the fly of my pants as the strongest wave of pleasure yet floods in through Jackson’s open bond. I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming in my pants.
When it subsides, I let out a relieved sigh. Thank god, he’s done. It’s weird to celebrate your platonic packmate coming, but here we are. Whoever is working the heat with him will take over for a bit and I can finally finish this damn email.
I’ll be handling your needs going forward to ensure that this kind of delay will not happen again. Thank you for your patience and understanding about kdnfs
My hands slip against the keyboard as another surge of pleasure, almost painful in its sudden sharpness, hits me.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, dude,” I groan, hand falling to palm my cock over my pants to give myself some relief.
How is he still going? I know betas don’t have to wait for their knots to deflate, but this is absurd! Who has that kind ofstamina?
Unbidden, I get a mental image of Jackson’s naked, muscular body glistening with sweat as he pumps inside someone. My cock jerks eagerly and I’ve got my belt unbuckled and my fly halfway down before I realize what I’m doing.
Shit. I can’t jerk off thinking about naked Jackson. It’s bad enough that I felt him come. And that I used to think about him to get myself off when we first met, before I realized he wasn’t into guys.
I remove my hand from my dick and attempt to block him out, but the next burst of lust through the bond is as potent as before.
Dammit. I should be able to keep him out. After all, I’m an expert at keeping my desires hidden from Jackson, even through our pack bond. I have to be. When I realized nothing romantic would happen between us, I figured out how to lock away my attraction to him so I wouldn’t ruin our friendship and pack connection.
Pack matters more than an unrequited crush.
With a sigh, I shut my laptop, resigning myself to the fact that I’ll have to wait until Jackson gets a break from the heat to finish the email.
Dahlia perks up as I stand, giving me a hopeful look.
“Sorry I’ve been ignoring you, sweet girl,” I apologize as I stoop down to give her some pets. She rolls over onto her back for me to rub her belly, desperate for affection. “Jackson will be home in a few days. I promise he didn’t abandon you.”
She lets out a little groan like she doesn’t believe me.
“Listen, I’m not happy with him either,” I say, rubbing her tummy and pressing a kiss to her domed chest. “But try not to chew any shoes in anger, okay? You’re better than that.”
She blinks up at me, the picture of innocence, even though I know the little gremlin that lurks behind her angelic facade.
I tuck Dahlia back under the blanket and leave her to hernap. I only make it halfway down the stairs before Jackson’s arousal wraps around my mind again.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to jerk off… I’m so hard, I can’t think straight…
“River?”
