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Swiping his notebook from the rock, he shoved it into the pocket of his board shorts and then scooped the rubbish into his arms. “For your information, I do share some of this stuff online, but you’ve obviously got a selective memory. Even if I didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. I don’t need to shout about the things I care about. It’s none of your business or anyone else’s.” He shook his head violently, sending sand cascading everywhere. I barely noticed, my gaze caught on his tanned torso, which, even now, he appeared to be flexing. When he spun around and stormed away, my eyes followed the shift and ripple of his muscles until he was a distant speck.
Collapsing back on the sand, I closed my eyes. I loathed Jordan, but from the moment I’d seen him sitting on that rock, I’d forgotten about my troubles. For that short time when I’d given him my full focus, there was nothing else in my mind. No worries, no stress about the sleeping pills.
All that remained was him. And as much as I hated the fact that he was the one to command my attention, it had been a welcome respite.
Not welcome enough to repeat, though. I needed and wanted to stay away from Jordan Emery. He was nothing but trouble.
* * *
After I’d brushed off the worst of the sand and eaten a solitary dinner at the restaurant, stretching it out as long as possible, I knew that I couldn’t avoid returning to the villa any longer. I was at optimum physical fitness, but I had spent three days in bed with very little sleep, and my symptoms seemed to be coming back again. My palms were sweating, and my heart was racing from anxiety I couldn’t pinpoint the source of, and I had the beginnings of a headache. I craved the relief of the pills, but I knew I would have to push through and bear it. So I allowed myself to be chauffeured back up the hill by golf cart.
A sliver of light shone from beneath the closed bedroom door. In the hope that Jordan would be asleep by the time I went to bed, I decided to take a long, hot shower to get the sand out of the places it really shouldn’t be and then read for a while. Perhaps it would tire me out enough to sleep for at least a few hours. Of course, I had the rebound insomnia to contend with, but I was so very tired.
I rubbed at my gritty eyes with shaking hands.
The cravings for the pills were getting worse.
It was going to be a long, long night.
16
JORDAN
Stretching out in my huge bed, I yawned widely. I was going to sleep well tonight. But before I turned off my lamp and closed my eyes, I had some important business to take care of. Dick-related business.
I removed my earbuds, placing them on the side table next to my phone. Rory had been kind enough to download some football podcasts to my Spotify, so I’d passed the time listening to a couple while I was lying here, waiting for Theo to get out of the shower. The shower noise had stopped a while ago, and there was still no sign of him, so I guessed that probably meant he was sleeping in the lounge area. Stubborn bastard. I would rather share a room with just about anyone other than him, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t attempt to sleep on that sofa. It was made for style, not comfort, and it was a two-seater, so it was far too short for either of us to stretch out on.
Whatever. It was his choice. Meanwhile, I was going to have a nice, satisfying wank and then pass out until morning.
I shoved my boxer briefs down, kicking them off, and then wrapped my hand around my cock. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but it wouldn’t take much to get me there. Closing my eyes, I lay back, giving my balls a light tug as I stroked my shaft, feeling it hardening in my grip.
Oh, yeah.
“What the fuck?”
My eyes flew open to see Theo standing in the doorway, wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe with his mouth wide open and his gaze fixed on the place where my hand was lazily stroking my erection. The lower part of my body was hidden by the covers, but it was obvious what I was doing.
“Evening, bestie.” I blew him a kiss.
His cheeks flushed as he raised his gaze to mine, his blue eyes glittering with anger or something. “What the fuck,” he repeated in a hoarse voice.
I continued to stroke my cock, which was now rock-hard and throbbing. If he was expecting me to stop, he’d be severely disappointed because I wasn’t shy about what I was doing. Why would I be? I had a great body, a fucking great dick, and I had every right to satisfy myself before I went to sleep. If Theo had a problem with it, he could leave.
“What are you doing?”
Was it my imagination, or had he moved closer? I could’ve sworn he was standing in the doorway, and now he was right at the end of my bed.
“You really don’t know? Do you want a visual?” I smirked at him, my words slightly breathless as I rolled my foreskin back, dragging my thumb across the exposed head of my cock. It felt so fucking good. Way better than it usually did.
“N—no.No.”
Of course not. He was a posh git and was probably a complete prude. Maybe I should really give him a shock.
Before I could second-guess myself, I threw back the covers, and there I was, exposed in all my naked glory. Fucking hell, I bet I looked amazing from where he was standing. If it had been anyone else, I might’ve been tempted to ask them to take a picture. But not Theo.
He froze in place, so still that I couldn’t even see him breathing. The only movement came from his clenched fists, which looked like they were trembling slightly.
“Feels so fucking good,” I moaned, closing my eyes and concentrating on the way my hand was moving over my dick.
