Page 87 of Jace
Girl, if you only knew how sweet Jace’s ice cream was.
“We’re friends.”
“Andweare ready for more.” She speaks what I truly feel. “I get it. A year ago, you weren’t ready. You needed to heal, and you have. And you didn’t do that rebound thing with him, though lawd Jesus, who’d blame you? I’d cling to him like Velcro. But no, you’ve waited. You’ve let him become your best friend—next to me, of course—and Viv, it’s time. He’s been waiting for you.”
Waiting for me.
She echoes Delphine and my heart.
Yesterday was the exception. All the pent-up need between us. All the nightly orgasmic phone sex. All the things we’ve confessed that we want to do together.
Jace couldn’t take it. He ambushed me like a lion, and I’m not complaining. I came harder than I ever have before.
But that final line?
I know he’s waiting for me to cross it. He’d never push me. He’s so used to waiting, respecting, and caging his animal; I hold the key.
“I know it’s time.” My confession is safe with Harlow. “I’m more than ready. I’m hurting without him. It’s just… How do you tell your best friend that you’re in love with him?”
“Oh, sweetie.” She sighs—our shared language. “Ilovethat you love again.”
“I’m so in love with him, and…” I gush, grinning. “Dear god, I want that man to fuck me so dirty, we’d make a brothel look like a convent. We’d make my neighbors light a cigarette. We’d?—”
“Okay, okay, I’m fanning myself for you.” She laughs. “I hear ya; that man is so fine, you wouldn’t kick him out of the bed unless he was better on the floor. Clearly, you need to tell him how you feel and get laid. Use that big, tender heart of yours and tell him you’ve been his all along.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“That you two are in love? Yeah, you’re about as subtle as an erection in spandex.”
Oh shit. I wonder if we were that obvious to David. That night when he almost busted me with Jace at Delta’s, I wonder if he could sense what we can’t deny.
I wrap up my call with Harlow, promising her a lunch date when I return.
Then I text Jace:
Off to a cocktail competition
Then I won’t have to fake a headache and leave
Pillowtalk when I’m back?
Big guy
Yes
Be careful. Use your necklace. Send a signal if you need me
I’ll be waiting for you
And BTW
…
I chew my lip, excited. Now that we’re saying things we never said before, the sexual tension is so tight between us… Jace’s words pluck me like a cello string, sending me into a moaning mess.
Big guy
Tonight, if I tell you to ride your sweet pussy over your pillow and fuck it like it’s me, would you be a good girl?
