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Not it,I realized.Jordy.
He was laying on his back. My head was resting in the crook of his arm, the bicep hard and warm. His breath stirred my hair as he slept. But most notably, my leg was thrown over his body. Over hiscrotch. I could feel his cock underneath my bare thigh, the fabric of his boxer-briefs too thin to conceal the heat coming off its stiff length.
Oh my God.
For a long while, I froze there in that same position. I didn’t know what to do. I took stock of myself and confirmed that yes, we hadn’t had sex. That part wasdefinitelya dream. But here he was, in my bed, and I was cuddling against his body.
His gorgeous body.
His chiseled, muscular body.
Against my better judgment, I allowed myself to enjoy it for a few moments. The heat from his bare skin. His scent. The way my head shifted every time his chest rose and fell with his breathing. I was immensely turned-on, and not just from the dream. I knew I was drenched, too. I desperately wanted to make last night’s dream a reality.
But could I make the first move? I wasn’t good at that. The last time I had made the first move, asking Jordy out at the gym, he had rejected me—although with a legitimate reason, I now knew. Yet I was still paralyzed by indecision.
Before I could make a decision either way, I felt Jordy stir beneath me. He let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Then his entire body tensed.
“Shit,” he whispered to himself. “What the actual fuck?”
“Sorry!” I said, rolling away from him. There was lots of room on my side of the bed.
He jumped up to where he was standing between the bed and the wall. A moment later, he seemed to become aware of the massive hard-on in his boxer-briefs. He grabbed a pillow and covered himself before demanding, “What the hell happened?”
“You came to bed without telling me!”
Jordy sputtered his response: “You—you invited me!”
“I never woke up! The sleeping pill you gave me… I must have totally passed out.”
“It was only melatonin,” he replied. He was very clearly flustered. “Melatonin barely does anything. And I put up a pillow barrier between us to make sure nothing happened by accident.”
I looked at the bed and saw that he was right: one of the long pillows was positioned vertically down the middle of the bed. I had climbed over it in my sleep.
But will he believe that?
“Jordy…” I began.
“I have to go get ready,” he said, and fled from the room.
11
Jordy
Everyone had a fight-or-flight response. Mine had been honed to a sharp knife after years of training. I was a warrior, and in most situations, I was going to fight.
But this morning, after waking up with Trish’s body curled up against mine like it belonged there, something in my brain justbroke.I had never trained for that shit. So I did something that was totally out of character for me.
I ran the fuck away.
Down the hall I went and straight into the bathroom that Archer and I shared. Once the door was closed and locked, I started to breathe easier. I didn’t know why I felt so embarrassed. It’s not like I meant for that to happen, even though I hadn’t been able to get Trish out of my head since we got to Oslo. Hell, since before that. Since she worked up the courage to ask me out at the gym.
It caught me off-guard,I thought.That’s all.
I stripped out of my underwear and got into the shower. But as the hot water ran over my body, it did little to wash away the feel of Trish’s body snuggled up against mine. I was half awake when it happened, but I could remember the way she was grinding against my thigh in her sleep, making soft mewling noises. My arm had been draped over her, and my fingertips dragged across her skin. Impossibly-smooth skin. And the way her leg had been resting on my crotch…
Before I knew what I was doing, I was gently touching myself in the shower. I had to; I felt like I would explode otherwise. Soon that escalated to faster strokes, my cock gripped in my fist tightly while I pictured her body on top of mine again. It usually took me several minutes to get off while watching porn, but now I blew my load within seconds seconds. My gasps and groans echoed off the smooth Norwegian tile.
