Page 55 of Light My Fire

And I don’t fall back to sleep the rest of the night.

CHAPTER 13

Wyatt

I’ve never beenjealous of Jackson before.

Not because he’s good looking. Not because he turned a fun side project into a multi-million dollar paycheck. Not because he has endless free time right now. None of that has ever bothered me because Jackson is my best friend and he’s a great guy.

He takes care of his family, is generous with his friends, and even if he doesn’t consider himself that serious, he always does the right thing.

But him flirting with Brooke? Her flirting back?

Oh, yeah.

I’m jealous.

I don’t have any right to be.

Brooke and I didn’t discuss what we are to each other, beyond me being her first.

We were in the moment.

There was no talk about the future.

So, I’m notupsetwith either Brooke or Jackson.

But yeah, I’m a little jealous that they have a spark between them.

It’s obvious as Brooke tries to chase Jackson down with a fistful of snow, both of them laughing in pure delight as the drifting and melting snow makes it nearly impossible to run.

We came outside to get some fresh air and to check on the state of the driveway for our departure Sunday. It became obvious that the tree canopy isn’t allowing for a fast melt in spite of the rising temperature and sunshine, which gave Brooke some concern. We probably won’t be leaving until Monday. Jackson picked up on her anxiety and decided to perk her up with a snowball to the butt.

Which she loved, even if she pretended to be outraged.

His aim was perfection, nailing her right on the ass that just twelve hours ago I was gripping in my palm as I stroked in and out of her tight, pure cunt.

It feels petty to interject myself into their fun, so I’m hanging back, shoveling the front steps because I have too much energy to stand idly by.

The burn in my biceps is a welcome feeling. It gives me something to focus on, and I don’t like to skip arm day anyway, so this heavy wet snow is the perfect solution.

Especially now that even our resident grump, Luke, has decided to join the snowball fight. He nails Jackson on the shoulder and then it’s on. They’re all bending down to pack snow.

“Jackson, help!” Brooke calls out when Luke lobs a snowball her way, too.

It misses, which was clearly on purpose. Luke has a pitcher’s arm normally. He’s just teasing her.

“Every man for himself, sweetheart,” Jackson says.

“I’m not a man,” she says with a giggle.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed.”

“We’ve all noticed,” Luke says.

Brooke blushes a little as she glances over at Luke and smiles flirtatiously. “It’s the small hands that give it away,” she tells him, holding up her palms. “I can’t make big snowballs.”

Luke laughs. “Sure, that’s it. Not a single other thing on your body or your beautiful face.”

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