Page 44 of Hot for the Jerk

He was in there longer than I expected.Which, of course, sent me spiraling down an anxiety-fueled vortex.What if I tasted bad?What if he regretted it?What if I had hurt him?

I put my underwear and pajama bottoms back on, then tugged the top sheet and duvet all the way up to my chin as I counted the ceiling tiles again, waiting for him to come out.

Surely, he would want something in return.As payment for …helpingme.

He was a man.All men were selfish.They never did anything for a woman without expecting something in return.Josiah forced me to give him blowjobs when I had my period, because the idea of having sex with me while I was “unclean” repulsed him.

I never enjoyed it.It was a wifely duty.One Ihadto do.But Josiah’s cum tasted awful, and he was very aggressive, making me gag and hammering his nasty-smelling pubic hair into my face the closer he got to climax.

The man wasn’t a huge fan of bathing.He usually showered once or twice a week, which made sharing a bed with him, let alone having sex or doing anything sexual with him, something I dreaded.

The bathroom door finally opened, and Jagger stepped out, going over to the window seat again and gathering up the pillows.He tossed them onto the floor, then went to the closet and retrieved a bunch of spare blankets.I rolled over onto my side and watched him curiously.He never glanced my way, but his movements didn’t come across as angry either.

After he grabbed the lantern from his nightstand, he made his way to the nest of pillows and blankets on the floor, and with a manly grunt, reclined down to his back.His makeshift bed was at the foot of my bed, but more offset and perpendicular to the length of the so-called queen.His head also put him in my direct line of sight.

I blinked at him as he tucked his arms under his head.

“What’s wrong, Rosebush?”he asked, obviously feeling my eyes on him.

“Do you not want … Aren’t you expecting … I can, if you …”

Rolling over to his side and propping his head on his elbow, which just made his arms bunch, he regarded me with amusement.“Finish a sentence, please.”

“Surely, you’re expecting reciprocation.Right?I mean, no man does that … I know you said, but come on.I … I can if you want me to.I’m offering.”

His gaze hit me hard, his eyes darkening, even in the dim light.“You think I would say something just to coerce you?To get what I wanted?”

I shrugged, regretting this entire exchange, but feigning nonchalance since it was the only shred of armor I had left.“All men are the same.”

“No, Raina, they’re not.I’mnot like that.”

I swallowed.

His stare intensified.“I offered that to you with absolutely no strings attached.None.And I keep my word.Did you enjoy it?”

Like a child being chastised by a teacher, I nodded and looked away from him.“Yes.Thank you.”

“Good.That’s all that matters.For the record though, I also enjoyed it.”

My face was on fire again.“I’m sorry if I almost ripped out your hair.”

His smug smirk almost had me orgasming for a third time.“Don’t be sorry.I love it.”

Oh my god.

“We good?”he asked.

I nodded.“Yeah.We’re good.”

“Okay then.Goodnight, Elsa Rosebush.”

Smiling at his nickname, I rolled over onto my back, and he seemed to do the same.“Goodnight, McEvoy.”

He turned off the lantern.

It was impossible to sleep after what had just happened between us.After what he just gave me.Not only was it two of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life, but it was a new faith in men.Not all men were like Josiah.I was wrong.That wasn’t something I admitted to often or easily, but I could admit that now.I was wrong to assume Jagger was anything like Josiah.

A thought struck me in the head like a bolt of lightning.“Did you go into the bathroom and jerk it?”

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