Jack is taking a step toward me and I see heat in his eyes.
“Are you saying you need some inspiration, Em?”
Oh my God, is this my life? Is he actually offering to give me some kind of lesson right now? I’ve worked so hard to prevent this man from hurting me. I’ve desperately clung to my secrets to avoid judgment, criticism, or anything. I’m a coward. I know. Hence the Say Yes! weekend.
So, what do I do after years of denying myself, years of hiding myself, years of playing it safe, and being predictable? I’m so lit up by my second chance crush that I only have one thing to say.
“Yes.”
Chapter 5
Jack
ForasecondIalmost believed her. I almost believed that all my dreams were coming true. That I would get a second chance with my fantasy girl. Because I played it too safe for too long and didn’t want to ruin our friendship, I thought I might finally be rewarded for being the good guy.
And then I remembered one key piece of information. This is her Say Yes! weekend. Cue sarcastic fist pump in the air. Yay.
It takes all of my self control to grit out the words, “I really need to go cool down.”
“What?” she stammers. She looks flabbergasted. Yes, I just used that manly word. I don’t care. I’m flabbergasted myself. But obviously she’s not used to being rejected with a body like hers and a heart of pure gold.
“I’m going to the stream to cool off before night falls.” My dick is on fire. If I don’t cool it off soon, I’m going to blow my load.
“I thought you said it was a lake.” Ya. Because that’s what matters in this scenario, Em.
“Stream, lake, creek, pond, puddle of water. I don’t care what it is as long as it’ll cool me down.”
“Oh.” I know she wants to say more, but before she can utter another word, I take off. I’d bet my dick that she’ll follow me. She’s too scared of the bears.
Sure enough, I hear her trailing after me. That’s a relief since I obviously wouldn’t want to have to pay up on that bet.
“I’m stripping, so get ready or close your eyes.”
Her gasp doesn’t prevent me from following through on my promise. I whip my shirt off and then drop trou. Another gasp tells me that she didn’t prepare or close her eyes, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Maybe this will make her suffer a little bit too. Who knows?
Once my legs hit the cool water, I can already tell that this was the best idea I’ve ever had. The chill shocks my cock back into its natural flaccid state. Never thought I’d be so delighted to have a soft cock.
After dousing my head under water, I’m pretty sure I’ve sufficiently cooled down enough to head back to camp. To our one man tent.
Oh ya. Damn it.
Can’t say I didn’t try.
“Jack, wait.” Emmerson shouts at me. “You can’t just emerge out of the water without warning me.”
“Pretty sure you watching me get out of the water is warning enough.” I have one of my hands covering my dick and the other outstretched to her requesting my clothes. Because why wouldn’t she have collected all the items and have them neatly folded on her lap. Right?
My head is about to explode.
“What are you trying to do to me, Booksy?”
“Me? Do what? What are you talking about?”
“I’m just a man. I can only handle so much temptation.”
Her eyes are drifting down to where my hand is—mostly—covering my dick.
