It’s nice just to feel and not think.
When a ‘fuck’ spills out of my mouth, Jett grips my throat tight enough to control me, but not to hurt. He pushes my head back against the wall and stops kissing me. I open my eyes to find him watching me, his pupils blown black with lust. We’re both panting, staring at each other.
“Do it. Come,” he orders. My eyes flutter closed as I focus on the budding pressure. “Look at me.”
My eyes pop open, and I gasp loudly, my orgasm bursting from me. I clamp my mouth shut so I don’t cry out as I shoot my load all over his hand.
When I finish, he eases off and wipes his hand with some toilet paper. While I zip up, awkwardness courses through me. What should I do? Do I get him off, too? What happens now?
“I… don’t understand,” I finally say.
“What’s there to understand? It’s just sex.” He sounds resigned as he rubs his face.
“Yeah, with aguy. Newsflash! This is a first for me.”
Jett stands close again, looking down. “Did you not enjoy it?”
All I can do is nod and look away. He places his palm on my face and forces me to look at him. “Don’t think about it too hard.”
“Yeah, okay.”As if.I’m going to think about it non-stop.
Before he leaves the stall, I grip his arm. “What about you?”
“I’ll deal with it later. It was nice getting hard again, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.”
Jett leaves the stall, and I stare after him, thoroughly confused and oddly sated.
Not once have I ever thought of doing anything sexual with a guy. It never even crossed my mind. Now that I have… I don’t know what to make of it.
Without another word, he washes his hands, then dries them with a paper towel. I can’t look away from his wide shoulders and broad back. He throws the paper towel in the trash, avoiding my eyes when he speaks over his shoulder. “See you around, Wes.”
I’m still leaning against the wall, unable to move as I watch the door slam behind him.
Fuck it.We need to deal with this. I rush out of the bathroom to chase him down.
Chapter 6
Jett
WhatthehellwasI thinking?
I slam the door open and storm out of the bathroom.
“Dude, what the hell?” Wes calls after me. I can’t face him right now. I need to get the hell out of here. This is the second time I’ve fled from a bar after an encounter with Wes. I need to get a grip. When my doctor told me to put myself out there, she didn’t mean running around giving random guys hand jobs in toilet stalls.
When I’m halfway through the bar, he catches up with me. “Wait.” He grabs my arm and spins me around. His face is one huge question mark, his blue eyes wide with confusion.
I lean in close, keeping my voice low. “What do you want?”
His eyes widen, and he laughs incredulously. “What doIwant? Don’t you think we need to talk about this?”
“No. We don’t. It’s not that big a deal. People have casual sex all the time.” I hate the harsh edge to my voice and the way that I dismiss him, but I can’t deal with this right now. I can’t deal with him.
“Right.” He shakes his head, that ridiculously floppy hair spilling into his forehead. With a heavy sigh, he lets go of my arm. “Whatever, man. Just… stay the fuck away from me.”
