We eat dessert outside and continue to talk about random stuff, like how Wes and I met, and about Mike’s job. Neither Mike nor Dennis asks me about Paris and what happened to me. I suspect Wes told them not to, just like I think he told his family, which I’m grateful for.
I feel torn. I want to tell him about it almost every time we’re together. I want to tell him how cold the bathroom tiles felt against my cheek and how loud the door sounded when my dad slammed it behind him. How my legs shook as they carried me to the balcony, and how beautiful the city looked even through a curtain of tears. Or how I’ll never forget the sound of my mother’s voice when she screamed my name again and again, and how liberating the wind felt against my face, just before Janelle hauled me away from the railing. If I’d died that day, I would’ve never met Wes. I would never have known what it feels like to be in love with him. I’m glad I didn’t die, but I’m also scared shitless that Wes learning I wanted to end it all back then will make him turn away from me. Who wants to be with someone like that? Someone still broken, my past following me around like a ghost.
We drive back from Dennis’ and Mike’s place in silence. Wes holds my hand the entire time, his other hand on the steering wheel, his lips moving along to the lyrics ofCall Me Back Tonightby DA TI. My eyes don’t leave him for a single second. The words burn on my tongue, but I don’t speak them. I wish I could.I’m in love with you, Wes. I’m so fucking in love with you.
Chapter 25
Wes
Isplashsomewateron my face from my water bottle after running for over a mile. Jett and I are breathing heavily and walking off the run, but all I can do is stare at his glistening body. He looks fucking amazing in his green Ducks T-shirt. The color is perfect on him. The sheen of sweat enhances the defined muscles in his legs and arms. Hell, even his neck is corded. I want to lick the salty sweat from his skin.
Ever since he mentioned having a little fun outside earlier, it’s all I can think about.
As I lick the wetness from my lip, Jett raises a brow. “You’re looking at me like your next meal.”
“Who says guys can’t read minds?”
He smirks and ambles my way. “It’s not hard when you wear everything on your face, Wes.”
I shrug and take another sip of water. “I like being an open book. It keeps doubt at bay.”
Jett’s voice drops as he stands only inches from me. “It does make things easier.”
“I love being easy. I mean, I’ll never say no if you want something hot and heavy, like my dick.”
He places a hand on my neck and pulls me close. “I’m going to shut up that naughty mouth.”
I pinch his chin. “Please do.”
Jett scans the surrounding beach, but it’s early, and we’re away from Haystack Rock, where most people hang out. There’s no one around.
He presses his lips to me, shoving his tongue into my mouth forcefully, like ownership, claiming me as his. I cup his package, growing harder by the second, and my dick jumps in excitement.
I can’t stop touching him. I’ve always been touchy-feely, but with Jett, it’s bordering on obsession. He’s beautiful inside and out, and I can’t get enough.
“Touch me,” I say the second we come up for air. His hand slides into the band of my shorts and underwear, reaching for my cock. He gives it a gentle squeeze and a little tug.
“Wait. Hang on…” I say, digging in the pack wrapped around my waist and pulling out a small bottle of lube. “Ta-da!”
Jett raises a brow and smirks. “Well,youcame prepared.”
“Boy Scouts.”
He chuckles. “Do they need lube in the Boy Scouts?”
I roll my eyes dramatically. “No, goofball. Youknowwhat I meant. Be prepared and all that shit. Sheesh.”
“Prepared is good. What a good Boy Scout you are.”
“See, I knew you’d finally realize that one day. Now hold out your hand.”
He does, and I squirt a little oil into his palm, then do the same for myself. I toss the bottle, and with another glance around the beach, I ease my clothes just halfway down my ass to free myself. I do the same with Jett.
We don’t waste time stroking each other. I grab his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Our mouths consume each other, our hands busy at work, turning each other on.
Jett and I have fooled around like this countless times, but this is the first time my body fucking burns for him down to my soul. It makes my stomach dip and my heart race. I’ve fallen even harder for him on this trip, and it makes everything we do more profound. It just fucking hits differently when you want someone in your life for good.
When we come up for air, I say, “I can’t wait to get inside you, babe. It’s gonna be so hot.”
