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“Jordan,” he whispered hoarsely. “Stop it.”
“No.” Spreading my legs a little, I reached down to my balls, gently tugging at them again. So. Good. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you get into your bed and do the same thing I’m doing? It might help to loosen you up. Or are you too prudish to touch your dick when you’re in the same room as another person?”
“No.”
I heard movement, and when I opened my eyes again, he was in his bed underneath the covers, the bathrobe discarded on the floor.
And he was still fucking watching me.
“What are you so scared of?” I met his gaze. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed,” he bit out. His jaw was clenched so hard that I could hear his teeth grinding together, and his hands were still shaking.
Fuck. I’d probably taken things too far.
My hand stilled on my dick, my enthusiasm suddenly waning. “Sorry,” I muttered. “Goodnight.”
Flipping off the lamp, I plunged us into darkness.
It suddenly seemed so quiet, other than the soft hum of the air conditioning. I could hear Theo’s rapid breaths and the slide of the bedcovers against his body as he shifted position.
My dick jerked.
He was naked under there, wasn’t he?
I curled my fingers around my shaft again, giving it one long, slow stroke. Fuuuck.
“Why are you doing it?”
“Because it feels good, and it’ll help me sleep.” My whisper was just as quiet as his.
“Will it help me sleep?” He exhaled sharply. “Forget I said that.”
I remembered the dark circles under his eyes. “Uh…it might. Worth a try, at least.”
“Okay.”
Fucking hell, was he actually going to do it? I’d been trying to get under his skin earlier. At no point had I actually expected him to go ahead. But maybe it really would loosen him up. Fuck knows he needed it.
Because of the silence, it was easy to hear the sounds he made, even though they were muffled by the covers. The slide of his hand over his erection. His breathing getting heavier and heavier, and his bitten-off groans. My cock was throbbing and leaking as my own hand moved faster, chasing my release. I had to beat him to the finish line. I couldn’t allow him to win this.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my balls drew up and my climax hit me, cum shooting over my abs, painting my skin. “Fuck.”
Theo gave up on staying quiet, his low moan filling the room as he came, his bed giving a soft creak as his hips arched up and came back down again.
Then the only sounds in the room were our combined rapid breaths, eventually slowing. I fumbled for the box of tissues on my bedside table, knocking the lamp and my phone before I found it. When I’d cleaned up, I tugged the covers over my body and settled on my side.
Before my brain could process what had just happened, sleep took me under.
17
THEO
“You don’t need therapy for anger management.” Flora, the woman tasked with our joint therapy sessions, gave me a beaming smile, her bangles jangling as she waved her hands in the air. Her blonde hair, shot through with pastel pink, whipped around her face in the sea breeze. We were seated on yoga mats in a flat, grassy area close to the beach, and I was doing my best to ignore the person sprawled out to my left.
Last night…what the fuck had Jordan been thinking? What hadIbeen thinking, more to the point? I never should have let him goad me into it.
He had been right, though. It had helped me to sleep, for a few blissful hours at least, until I’d woken up again, sweating and with a racing heart. After tossing and turning for another couple of hours, I’d given up and got out of bed, taking a cool shower and then sitting out on the deck with a mint tea, watching the sky lighten on the horizon.
