Page 26 of Burn It Down

Damn Cassie for putting those thoughts in my head.

“Well, while you’re getting off on my seats, could you tell me where the fuck I’m going? I’m kind of at your mercy here.”

“Head toward Wilson Lake. We’re going to meet the guys at the marina,” he chuckles. I swerve over the center line on the two-lane road when he adds, “For the record, I’d leave the door open and make sure I cleared the floor board when I aimed.”

Great, now I’m trying to drive while imagining Jake’s cock spilling his release as he jerks off in the front seat of my Challenger.

No way am I coming home with my sanity intact.

Chapter 9

Jake

Did I really just make that joke out loud?Hazard of heading into guys’ day, I guess. I get to let my guard down a little, but being this close to Dylan makes that not such a great idea. We’ve been alone all of six minutes and I’m talking about whipping my cock out. What the hell is wrong with me?

Oh wait, I know.

Between the tattoos on his forearms, the way his quads flex when he presses on the clutch, and the way this car smells like testosterone and leather, I’m about to start licking everything in sight. Including him.

Especially him.

I’m grateful it was just ajokeabout whipping my cock out and not me actually doing it.

We merge onto the highway and I tell him which exit to take before immediately apologizing for my crude joke because really, I don’t know him well enough to be talking about my dick.

“Sorry for my terrible humor. I don’t get many days to just let loose. It’s like I totally lose my manners and my filter when I’m around these guys.”

“You mean there are more down-to-earth, millionaires like you?” he asks before pausing abruptly. “Wait, we’re not hanging out on someone’syacht,are we?”

I can’t help my laugh and I definitely don’t correct him even though my net worth is two-point-fourbilliondollars. The only reason my money matters around Dylan is so I can give him everything he wants, but something tells me he’ll never ask me for a single thing.

“First of all, the only other rich guy is Phoenix, but you’d never know it. Secondly, the boat belongs to Knox and it’s nice, but it’s far from a yacht.”

He still seems slightly anxious and I hope like hell it isn’t because of me.

“Tell me more about your friends. What am I walking into? They know I’m coming, right?”

“Yeah, they know. Let’s see. Phoenix and I are the youngest. He’s a firefighter, but he actually invented some kind of skin-safe, flame-retardant. I don’t really know much about it because science isn’t my thing, but I’ve seen it in action. It’s really helpful when you have to get people out of burning buildings and they don’t have gear on. They also keep it in airplane cockpits now, too. Dude doesn’t have a serious bone in his body though, unless he’s on a call. Then there’s Hudson. He’s a couple years older than me and Phoe. He’s a residential delivery driver for KPS, and then there’s Knox, whom you’ve met. He’ll be more talkative today, but only slightly. He went through a nasty divorce about three years ago and I think he just needs to get laid.”

“Don’t we all?” Dylan snorts.

The joke catches me off guard.

“There’s no way you have trouble in that department.” I quickly realize I probably shouldn’t have said that, but again…no filter today. I force a laugh to hide my jealousy over women I don’t even know who get to explore his naked body.

“You’d be surprised,” he says cryptically.

“I figured chicks would throw themselves at you. Don’t girls love guys with tattoos and shit?”

Dylan laughs. “They do.”

Wait…“They do throw themselves at you or they do love guys with tattoos?”

He laughs harder. “Both.”

“So, what’s the problem?” I ask, genuinely not following his logic here.

He takes a deep breath and the air shifts in the car. “Well, the biggest problem forthemis that I’m attracted to men. And the biggest problem formeis that men typically don’t throw themselves at me like women do.”

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