Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 82010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Ryder went to find a toilet and Elle and I talked while we waited for Jake and the guys to get back. She asked me if the flights to LA had been arranged and I felt like a giant dick because I’d forgotten she was coming with me. Problem was, I’m not going straight to LA anymore. I’m taking Jake to my house in the Lakes. Fuck. I decided I would tell her in the morning, but as yet hadn’t decided if I was ready to tell her about Jake coming with me.
“What the fuck, dude?” was Matt’s response to my text when he walked up to me. “I was two fucking minutes away from nailing the most perfect piece of ass you’ve ever seen.”
“They’re always the most perfect piece of ass you’ve ever seen. You’ll find another when we hit this new club.”
“I don’t get what’s wrong with this place? Why the fuck did you book it if you wanna go elsewhere?”
“Claire booked it, and it won’t kill us to be spontaneous for once, Matt. Don’t you miss being able to go wherever the fuck you want?”
“Not really.” I should’ve known better than to try and drag something meaningful out of Matt. “So when are we going?”
“Going where?” Gavin asked, coming up behind Matt. Daz and Kip followed, but of course Kip stayed back from the table. I was starting to feel really guilty and I didn’t even know what for.
“We’re ditching this place and heading to a new club Ryder told us about.”
“Yeah?” Daz said keenly. “Cool.”
“As long as that’s the last place,” Gavin chipped in. “I’m out to get wasted and I can’t do that if we’re playing musical fucking clubs.”
“Okay, guys. We’re on,” Jake announced proudly when he got back. “Spiral are expecting us in an hour. They wanted to bring in some additional staff so we’ll have to hang back here for a while first.” Something was going on with Jake, I was certain of it. He seemed altogether too happy for a man that was usually so focused and serious. The cars will be back here for us in forty-five minutes, so all make sure you’re at this table by then and we’ll head out.”
“Cool,” Gavin shrugged. “I’m gonna go grab another beer.” Kip and Dave followed him, and Matt had already disappeared. My guess was he was already banging some chick senseless against a wall somewhere.
“Back in a few minutes. Dave, you stay here.” You see? That was the Jake we all knew. Stern and bossing people around. Not only was I curious where he was going, I also wanted to grill him about his fluctuating mood tonight.
“Going for a slash,” I mumbled to Elle, trying to keep a subtle eye on Jake’s movements.
I weaved through the sea of people dancing, past the bar and then down the steps that led to the bathrooms. Perfect. Jake was just going to the toilet. It would be quiet and hopefully private enough to grill him.
I was relieved to see they were private bathrooms and not communal stalls. He hadn’t seen me behind him, but I followed him inside and locked the door behind me.
“Sawyer?” he asked in surprise, turning to face me when he caught my reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing in here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
He stepped slowly towards me and reached out to cup my neck. His touch sent sparks coursing through my entire body and I leaned my forehead against his, breathing him in.
“You were off with me in the car. Have I upset you?”
“I was ‘normal’ with you in the car, baby. I treated you like I treat everyone else. I thought that’s what you wanted?”
“Oh. I mean yes. I do want that. Sorry.”
“You’re flustered,” he noted, stroking down my cheek that I could feel heating up. “I wonder if I’ll ever stop making you nervous,” he teased, grinning. “You’re sexy when you’re nervous.”
“I want you so bad right now,” I moaned against his mouth before flicking his tongue with mine. I pressed my hips into him, reaching between us and stroking his erection through his slacks.
“Then take me,” he said. “Right here. Right now.”
“Oh fuck…” I breathed when he tucked his fingers down the front of my jeans and gripped my dick in his hand. “We…can’t.” It was too risky. Hell, I’d already broken all the rules I’d set in place in my head just by coming in here. I couldn’t fuck him somewhere so publicly.
“You locked the door right?”
“Yes.” Didn’t I? What if I didn’t? Shit, I couldn’t remember. “Wait I don’t kn-”
“I love how you’re always so hard for me, baby.” He started stroking me up and down as far as the restrictions of my pants would allow. With one hand he started unbuttoning me, and when the air hit my rigid dick, I tipped my head back and moaned. “There are condoms and lube in my wallet,” he whispered into my neck before smothering it with hungry kisses.
Why did he carry condoms around with him? Was he always expecting my walls to drop despite everything I’d said? When he pushed my pants down to my ankles and started pumping me harder however, I decided I didn’t actually care.
“Fuck, Jake…” Reaching into his back pocket, I plucked out his wallet. Inside, hidden between the credit cards were two foil packets and a sachet of lube. I plucked them out eagerly, bringing them to my mouth to rip the packets open. Jake worked his belt and zipper, wriggling free from his pants while I suited myself up.
“You need to be fast, Sawyer. Fast and hard.”
“But… it’ll hurt.”
“I’ll be fine. We only had sex this morning. I don’t need stretching.”
“Turn around,” was my reply, and so he did. Gripping onto the sink in front of him, Jake bent over, exposing that striking ass I loved to pound so much. I squeezed half the sachet of lube onto my dick, spreading it with my fingers, and applied the rest around Jake’s hole. I wasted no time in nudging at his entrance. Then I slowly eased inside, making him hiss in pleasure.