Page 71 of Tempting Him

“Nice car,” the bigger one says.

Then like I thought would happen, they both bend down enough to peek inside. It’s dark inside the car, but the bigger of the two seems to be sober and something flashes in his eyes as Jay climbs into the passenger seat.

“Oh shit. Mr. Missionary,” he whispers, glancing back to Jay. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

A trilling sound from Jay’s lips turns into a full blown laugh. “No! We gotta go.”

His friend points at him. “We’re gonna talk about this later.”

The blonde grabs his hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s go home.”

Once Jay closes the door, he sinks into the seat. “I’m sorry.”

“Seatbelt. Who is Mr. Missionary?”

He struggles to fasten the belt as he laughs. “You.”

“Me?” I ask, helping him buckle it.

“It’s a long story.”

I start driving and he shifts, resting his hand on my thigh. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“I think you’re too drunk to do anything.”

“Never,” he says with a laugh. “I’m still young enough to be able to drink and get hard.”

“I want to know about this missionary thing.”

“That was Dom. He works at the bar we met at. He saw me walk over to you. He said you looked old and boring.”

“Old and boring?”

“Maybe I’m paraphrasing, but he said you probably only fuck in the missionary position. Then you went and fucked me on the balcony. If only he knew.”

I shake my head as his hand keeps inching toward my cock. “I really did miss you though.”

“I doubt it,” I say with a laugh. “But I’m glad you had fun.”

“I was just trying to forget you’re leaving soon. Hey, are you coming to my graduation?”

The shift in topics has my head spinning. “I don’t know. I didn’t plan on it. How would we explain that?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

He keeps touching me, and every time I glance at him, he’s watching me with a drunken grin.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re really fucking hot,” he states. “Like, so beautiful it makes no sense.”

“I think you’re really drunk.”

“Yes, but it’s true. I really like you, you know?” He sighs, turning to look out the window.

I hesitantly put my hand on top of his as it rests on my thigh. His head swivels to look at me, but I keep my eyes on the road.

“You like me too.”

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