I kiss his head and close my eyes, feeling the weight of our relationship, and we’re going to have sex soon. It’s heavy. It’s real. It’s different. And different is exactly what I need.
“Can’t wait…” I whisper again to a lightly snoring Jett.
Chapter 18
Jett
Wes:Anyhardlimits?
I snort a mouthful of water across the screen, then cough.
Santos eyes me, about to take a bite of his sandwich. “You okay there, man?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I croak, wiping the screen with my sleeve. I type back, tilting the screen away from Hua Jing, who’s sitting next to me, scarfing down ramen.
Me:Hard limits?
His reply is instant.
Wes:Yeah. Date-wise. Any allergies or
places you don’t do?
I sigh a breath of relief. I’m pretty vanilla when it comes to sex, although I have to admit I’m a lot more dominant with Wes than I ever was with Anthony.
“What are you smilin’ at?” Santos grins, waggling his eyebrows. “Got a hot date tonight?”
“Uhm, yeah. Kinda.”
“Really? Hey man, that’s awesome.” Santos holds up his hand, and I high-five him. “Who’s the lucky gal?”
I scratch my neck. I still don’t know Santos and Hua Jing that well, but they don’t strike me as the judgmental types. Here goes nothing, I guess.
“It’s a guy, actually. It’s pretty new.”
“Oh, cool.” Santos chews on his sandwich. “My cousin Gabriel is gay. Got married in Vegas last summer. He and his hubby are trying to adopt. So who’s the guy? Anyone we know?”
Hua Jing groans, putting down her chopsticks. “For fuck’s sake! Did it occur to you that maybe Jett wants to keep just a shred of hisnewrelationship to himself?”
Santos frowns at me. “Do you? Am I oversteppin’?”
I chuckle. “You kinda are, but it’s okay.” I suck in a deep breath. Wes is my boyfriend now. While I have no desire to put it on a billboard, I don’t want to hide it either. “You sort of know him.”
Hua Jing perks up at that. “Oh Em Gee, don’t tell me. Is it a smexy boss/employee situation?” She rests her chin on her hands and bats her lashes.
“What?” I blurt. “No, that’d be…” I shake my head, trying to erase that image from my mind.
Santos looks between us. “Okay, I’m confused. What’s going on here?”
“Awww c’mon, dude. You gotta admit Coach Anyango is easy on the eyes.” Hua Jing fans herself. “I bet he’s got a Daddy Dom hidden somewhere inside.”
Now Santos is the one spewing food. “Okay, that’s it.” He throws his half-finished sandwich onto his plate. “I’m done.”
Hua Jing scoffs. “Jeez, you’re such a baby.”
My phone pings. Shit, I completely left Wes hanging.
Wes:Hellooo? You dead?
