“What does that mean?”
“Well, now and again I maybe think I can scent something.”
Oh.
“I think it’s good as far as everyone else is concerned,” Rachel added, amusement heavy in her tone. “But I think there’s someone . . .” She trailed off, and Jason picked up the familiar footfall of Daryl’s boots.
Shit.
So Daryl could probably detect that Jason had had a semi for the past hour.
He sipped his water, willing the cold liquid to dampen his attraction. But as Daryl sat down, a new wave of his scent hit Jason, and he groaned as quietly as he could, wanting to bang his head on the table.
“I brought us dessert.” The clink of cutlery accompanied Daryl’s words.
Jason scented the air, smiling when he recognised custard and toffee. “Sticky toffee pudding?”
“Yep.”
Rachel laughed opposite them. “Thank fuck it was on today’s menu. It’s the one thing I know how to make. Admittedly, I’ve never made it for this many people before, but I think we did alright.”
“You did by the smell of it.” Jason gestured in front of him. “And dinner was lovely.”
“Thanks.”
Daryl touched his hand, a soft tap with his fingers, and Jason’s focus narrowed to that one spot on his knuckles. “You want some?”
“Yeah.”
Each forkful Daryl fed him tasted like the best thing Jason had ever eaten. Either Rachel’s team were excellent chefs, or the fact Daryl leaned in close, made his stomach flutter and his heart race.
He wanted to be back in their room so badly, the temptation to grab Daryl and drag him upstairs tugged at him until he couldn’t stand it.
“That’s all of it.” Daryl’s gravelly voice made Jason’s cock thicken.
Reaching down to adjust himself wasn’t an option, no matter how much he wanted to. No way was he doing that in the middle of everyone. “Want to go back up?” Jason swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I want to get this thing off.” He reached up to touch the blindfold, the silk soft and smooth.
“Yeah, okay.” Daryl sounded decidedly less enthusiastic than Jason wanted, and it took the edge off his excitement.
He’s not interested. You need to remember that.
They said their goodbyes and made the trek back upstairs.
Jason counted the steps as they went, and even though it probably took the same amount of time as usual, it felt as though they were back at their room in the blink of an eye. The click of the lock was too loud, the scrape of the door over carpet sounded like sandpaper on wood to Jason’s heightened senses.
Daryl guided him through the door with a hand on his lower back—unnecessary, but Jason wasn’t about to say so. “Six steps forward and you’ll hit the bed.”
Jason got as far as two before Daryl stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“We can take your blindfold off now.”
Jason was sorely tempted to tell him to leave it on, see what happened, but instead, he nodded once. “Okay.”
Stepping behind him, Daryl’s warm breath tickled the back of his neck as he stood far closer than Jason expected. That area was a particularly sensitive place for shifters, but tonight Jason felt Daryl’s every exhale like a caress across his skin. The hairs stood on end, his whole body more
aware of another’s presence than it ever had been before.
They were on such dangerous ground.
