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“C’mere, buddy—” Jason suddenly grabs Donovan by the front of his shirt and yanks him in for a kiss.
I see the surprise on Donovan’s face, and his body goes rigid, but he doesn’t pull away either.
When Jason releases him, I slip my hands on either side of his face. “My turn.”
“Happy New Year,” he says.
“Happy New Year.”
It’s supposed to be simple. Playful. A small peck on the mouth.
But when my lips meet his…
Fireworks go off in my stomach.
His kiss is warm. He smells like leather. When he exhales, I feel his breath patter against my cheek.
“Hey, check it out,” Jason says.
Donovan and I break apart. Fireworks—real fireworks—are exploding over the water. I was so lost in Donovan’s kiss, I didn’t even notice.
It’s impressive, huge sparks of light and color exploding across the sky, the reflection scattering across the dark sea.
But I’m having trouble concentrating. My heart is pitter-pattering in my chest. I’m acutely aware of Donovan’s body right behind me. Even over the booming and cheering, I can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. I can hear the lightness in his breath.
Jason’s bare arm brushes against mine. I can feel the light tickle of his arm hair, like there’s electric static between us.
No one says anything for a second…we lapse into silence as the fireworks boom. But the arousal is so thick in the air, it practically has its own scent. A sharpness, like red wine.
“Should we go somewhere?” Donovan asks us. “Somewhere private.”
The promise in his words makes my heart thud and my cunt clench.
“Yeah…” Jason says. “I’d be into that.”
His voice is thick. He wants this, too. Just as badly as I do.
My eyes travel across the horizon. The lighthouse is silhouetted behind bursts of blue and yellow lights. “I bet the view is beautiful up there,” I muse.
“Only one way to find out.” Jason tilts his head. “C’mon.”
“What?” Astounded, because he can’t be serious…but his long legs take him fast, and he’s already steps ahead of us. Donovan and I follow after him, and I repeat, “Jason, what?”
Donovan and I wait outside while Jason talks with the lighthouse keeper.
He’s this grizzled, old man who looks positively dwarfed next to Jason. But he nods as he listens, and then the two shake hands.
“What do you think they’re saying?” I ask.
“Twenty minutes at the top for a blowjob?” Donovan guesses, and I elbow him in the side.
Jason comes bounding back to us, all grins. “Check it out.” He dangles a pair of rusted keys that look like they might’ve unlocked a pirate’s treasure chest in a past life.
“Jason.” I gawk. “How…?”
“Rule number one of being friends with Jason,” Donovan says, “never ask how.”
“I can’t help that people like me,” Jason said. “Also that I’m beautiful.”
