Page 16 of Hot for the Jerk

Smirking, I leaned forward and scooped some out for myself.

“Want to watch a movie?”he asked.“I’ve got like six different streaming services.”

Crunching, and still feeling like I was in some kind of messed up twilight zone, or parallel universe—one where Jagger McEvoy and I were actually civil to each other—all I could do was nod.

He was on his feet again, then brought his laptop out of his bag and over to the bed.I inched myself up to the headboard and leaned back, closing my eyes and welcoming the salty rush of sustenance into my body.Acutely aware of the fact that this was no more than a double bed—queen-sized bed my ass—and how warm the man beside me was.He was also enormous, and his shoulders were as broad as a doorframe.Okay, maybe that was a drunk exaggeration, but it felt like he was taking up a solid three-quarters of the bed.I had to keep my hands in my lap, so I didn’t risk brushing my shoulder against his.That didn’t stop me from inhaling as deep as I possibly could, like I’d just stepped outside after a summer rain, and pulled all that deliciously scented body wash of his into my lungs.

Fuck, I was drunk.

He opened up his laptop, and it instantly turned on and started up.

“What are you into?”he asked, taking another sip of the wine bottle before reaching for more nuts from the bag then yanking it up the bed so it sat between our thighs.

“Excuse me?”

He gave me a weird, confused look.“What kind of movies are you into?Jesus, what did you think I meant?”

Nothing.Nothing at all.

Get yourself together, for fuck’s sake.

A bunch of previously open windows popped up and almost instantly the heavy panting sounds of a woman, and theslap-slapof skin on skin filled the room.

My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped.

“Whoops!”Jagger said with a laugh, bringing up the window with the sex on it—thealienporn, to be more specific—and exiting out of that window.“Sorry about that.”

I climbed off the bed, hands on my hips, and glared at him.“What the fuck kind of game is this, McEvoy?”

“Game?”Like he hadn’t just shown me his perverse kinks, he grabbed another handful of nuts and tossed them into his mouth.“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Did you have a woman in your hotel room last night and you showed herthat?”I pointed at the laptop.

His brows narrowed.“No.I was in the hotel room by myself and I jerked off.”His head tilted to the side like he’d done a few times this evening.“Are you trying to slut shame me for watching porn and masturbating, Elsa?”

What the fuck was with calling me “Elsa”?

“I … no … just … you can’t tell me you didn’t plan for me to hear and see that.”

“I absolutely fucking didn’t.I didn’t plan the weather.I didn’t plan on the fact that we were on the same ferry.Or that the terminal would be damaged and the ferry wouldn’t be able to dock.Or that we’d wind up at the same bed-and-breakfast, in the same room.Am I embarrassed?Maybe a little.But not really.Yanking it is healthy.It helps me sleep, particularly when my knee is bothering me and the pain meds haven’t kicked in yet.Which was last night because I was on my feet all fucking day.”

“Butalienporn?”I protested.“Seriously?”

He rolled his eyes, managing to look pretty annoyed.“Oh my fucking god, Raina.I’m a sci-fi geek.Once in a while, I go a little deeper into the role-playing clips and find something where the ‘actors’” he used air quotes, “dress up like aliens, or robots, or space people.They’re all consenting adults.And the only person I’m abusing is myself.”He shook his head.“I’m not going to let you stand there and try to make me feel bad about watching porn and relieving a little stress.If that’s how this is going to go, then we can just turn off the lights and forget the movie.”He scoffed and shook his head.The lines between his brows grew deeper the more irritated he got.I felt like no more than a chastised child who just tracked mud into the house.

“I … I’m sorry,” I murmured, twisting the hem of my pajama shirt around my fingers.“I was just surprised.”

All he did was grunt.After a brief pause and another sip of wine, he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.“Have you ever watched porn?”

My back went straight.“Of course I have.”

“And yet you felt like you could come after me for watching it?”

“I said I was sorry.”I slid back onto the bed with a defeated sigh.“Yes.Okay?I’ve watched porn.And you’re right.Masturbation is normal and healthy, and we’re all entitled to pleasure.Blah, blah, blah.”

Nodding, he opened a new browser window.“What kind of stuff do you watch?”

My head shook like I was trying to dislodge water from my ears.“Nope.Not happening.Waytoo personal.”

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