“That’s all she said?”
He gave a curt nod. “When I walked her to her door, I asked her if it bothered her that I wanted you.”
“Why’d you tell her?” I ignored my own dick, pressing insistently against my pants.
“Because she deserves to know.” A soft moan followed.
“You want me to dominate you?”
“No.”
I understood what he was saying. He wanted me, but not the Dom.
His big hand began stroking his cock faster, his eyes locked on mine like a lifeline. I held his stare, unable to look away.
“She said it didn’t bother her.” A frustrated groan escaped him. “So I asked her how it made her feel.”
My cock was throbbing incessantly, confined behind my slacks, where it would stay until he left. Although I would refrain while he was here, I knew I was going to have some great material to get myself off to before I fell asleep.
“What did she say?” I asked, my gaze slipping to where his hand wrapped around his cock.
“She said it made her hot. Fuck,” he groaned, his fist tightening on his dick.
“How does it make you feel?” I asked. “To know she likes the idea?”
He inhaled sharply. “Fuckin’ hot.”
“Do you like that I’m watching you jack off?”
Cav nodded.
“Do you wonder what it would feel like to have your dick in my mouth?”
He growled low in his throat and I knew he was close. “I think about it endlessly.”
“Do you wonder what it would feel like to have your dick in my mouth while Jamie watches?”
He inhaled sharply, exhaled just as fast. Over and over as his fist raced over his dick.
“Come for me, Cav. I want to see you come.”
“Son of a bitch.” Cav came hard and fast, his breaths sawing in and out of his lungs as he did.
I was frozen in place, my cock so fucking hard it hurt. But I didn’t move. Hell, I couldn’t.
It was in that moment that I knew something had shifted between us and it was only going to get better from here.
The question was: when?
Jamie
Thursday, October 25, 2018
CAV: I’D LIKE TO TAKE YOU OUT TONIGHT.
That was the text message I was staring at as I sat in class, listening to my professor drone on and on about … well, to be fair, I had no idea. I’d been zoned out for most of the class, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of two sinfully delicious Doms who had somehow taken up residence in my brain.
Since my MacBook was tied to the same account as my phone, the text had flashed across the screen, mesmerizing me. Unable to resist, I hit reply.
Me: I’d like that, too.
Cav: When and where? You get to pick tonight.
A stupid grin split my face.
“What are you smiling about?” Jonah whispered, leaning toward me.
I toggled back to the screen with my notes as I shook my head, my eyes shooting back to the teacher down in front of the class. Last thing I needed was to be called out for disrupting. Professor Sylvia Mills did not take kindly to interruptions and I couldn’t say I blamed her.
Thankfully, there was only a few minutes left in class, so Jonah wouldn’t have to wait long. I knew him. He would want details.
While I stared blankly at my computer screen, I couldn’t help but think about Edge. We hadn’t talked since the night at the club. I still didn’t know what to think about what had happened when I said good night to him. He had looked at me so deeply, I thought for minute he could see into my soul. Then he had walked away so callously, as though I meant nothing to him. I couldn’t help but think he’d written me off after that. Otherwise, wouldn’t he have called or texted?
Then again, I hadn’t reached out to him, either. I had his contact information, so it would be easy to do. Sadly, I didn’t know what I would even say. Since I was having breakfast with my brother tomorrow, I was hoping Zeke would fill me in, give me something to go on.
When class finally dismissed a short time later, I placed my laptop in my messenger bag and pulled out my phone. Jonah was on me instantly.
“Okay, give it up, Lautner. Was it him?”
Since I’d already given him a rundown of my date with Cav—although I hadn’t actually used Cav’s name—he knew I was smiling because of a man. However, he had automatically assumed it was Edge since he had been the topic of our previous discussion. Tiffany had followed through with her plans, ganging up on me with Jonah to get as many details as she could about the club.
“Are you going out again?” he asked as we walked down the hall.
“It looks that way.”
He squealed, making me laugh.
“What?” he asked when I shot him a look. “I’m single, remember? Which means I get to live vicariously through you. And if you’re going out with a hot Dom, so am I. Where’s he taking you?”
