Page 82 of Something So Strong

Jesse tries to get away, but I hold him in place.

“You always have been a dirty pervert, Wade.” I look at him proudly, and so damn satisfied that I can claim what I know he wants right in front of him.

“Need a third?” he asks boldly—pushing my boundaries and letting the back door close behind him.

“Maybe.” I shrug nonchalantly. “But I’ve got someone else in mind.”

“Guess my gaydar isn’t as honed as it used to be.” He’s spiteful, though it doesn’t stop him moving closer.

“We’re not gay,” Jesse retorts.

“And what do you call this, then?” He waves his hand, gesturing to our still connected bodies.

“Experimentation. What the fuck are you doing out here, anyway?”

“It’s five after, and Celeste is pissed. You’re just lucky I’m the one who caught you or the whole resort would know by this afternoon,” he spits like just saying the words hurt his ego.

Jesse sighs with relief, and I can’t say it doesn’t hurt.

Stepping back from him, I turn to face Wade head on. For a few seconds he holds my gaze, but his cock-hungry eyes double cross him when they focus on my pants. Unashamedly, he stares, looks at Jesse’s crotch, and slumps sideways against the wall. “Fuck me. I know what I’m gonna be thinking about before I go to sleep.”

“They aren’t gonna go down if you keep staring.”

Wade swallows thickly, drops his act, and points comically between our dicks. “Look, I’ll give you three minutes to get those monsters under control, then I send Celeste out here.”

“Are you embarrassed by us?” I ask Jesse when Wade is gone.

“Is there even an ‘us’?”

That’s not the point I’m trying to make here, Jesse. “Don’t we like each other?”

“Didn’t you and Cleo like each other? You and Alma? How about any of the other girls you fucked more than once?”

My face screws up as I look at him because he has a point. And how dare he use my promiscuity against me when I’m trying to call him out?

“Yeah. I liked them,” I agree.

He looks at me; so?

“This feels different,” I admit—far more annoyed than I think I should be.

“Even after a couple of weeks?”

“What can I say? I guess it doesn’t take long when it feels right.”

“So what’s the problem, then?” he almost snaps at me.

“My problem is that you seem a little too concerned about people finding out.”

“I’m not ashamed,” he insists. “I wouldn’t have kissed you the first time if I were. But this—” He points his finger between us. “Whatever it is, it’s less than twenty-four hours old. And you have to let me be the one to tell Romeo and Saxon.”

I dip my head to the side, raise my eyebrows, and smile. Because I might just be as big of a fan of him being stubborn as I am of him being flustered.

“Fine,” I say—gesturing towards the door. “Mom’s the word until you tell them. But I refuse to keep my hands to myself.”

“Little Jess just went down. You don’t wanna wake him up again.”

I look back over my shoulder. “There’s nothing little about him.”

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