Page 37 of The Hookup Situation

It’s about a mile run to get to the park and another two and a half miles around the frozen lake. I groan, realizing that this whole thing was my idea.

There’s a playground, a tennis court, a basketball court, pavilions with picnic benches inside and more benches scattered about, covered in snow. The trees along the winding pathway are covered in frost and shimmer in the morning sunlight. It’s beautiful.

I can see my breath in front of me as we run, my lungs burning and my legs aching. Jackson is moving like he’s born to do this and I find myself falling behind halfway around the lake. I’m still moving but Jackson is several feet in front of me.

I stop, panting, hands on my knees. He looks back at me and grins before prancing over like he’s a fucking gazelle and this is the best thing he’s ever done. I swear he’s not even sweating. I hate him.

“How’s it going?” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

I groan and trudge over to the snowy grass, collapsing and lying spread eagle on the ground. The snow is about three inches deep and seeps through my pants but I don’t move. It honestly feels good against my heated skin.

“It’s really nice down here,” I pant. He laughs and moves closer to me, stopping in front of me, hands on his hips.

“Come on, get up.”

I shake my head. “Nope. I quit. You keep going. Save yourself.” I wave my hand and motion for him to leave me.

He laughs again and crouches in the snow, holding his hand out. “What if I promise to blow you if you just finish?”

My dick perks up at that. “Okay,” I agree and take his hand. But instead of letting him pull me to my feet, I yank and bring him down on top of me. He lands with an “oof”, and barely has time to think before I shove a handful of ice cold snow in his face.

“You did not just do that,” he says, pushing himself up on all fours and going for a handful of his own snow, trying to return the favor. But I grab his wrist and we roll so that I’m on top of him now, my hands gripping his wrists, pinning him down whileI straddle his hips. He looks at me in a way that makes me let my guard down and I loosen my grip just enough for him to get away and roll us again, then shove the snow in my face, just before I put him on his back one more time.

We’re both breathing heavily as I gaze at him underneath me, arms pinned above his head again.

“You attacked me,” I say, as his eyes darken.

“You attacked me first,” he replies, voice thick with arousal. I move against him and feel his hard dick rub against mine.

“I did,” I admit. “You had it coming.”

“For being faster than you?” he says, a gleam in his eyes.

“Pretty much.” His gaze falls to my lips and I lower my mouth to his, his hips undulating as our tongues tangle. The sounds he makes while he kisses me are making my dick throb.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling away. His pupils are blown wide and his face is more flushed now than it was when he was running.

“Let’s get back to your place,” he rasps. “Now.”

I grin. Hell yes.

Jackson has me backed against the wall as soon as the apartment door is closed, his cold body pressed against mine as he kisses me and tries to undress me at the same time. He pulls off my hat and grips my hair as he fondles me through my pants. I moan and thrust into his hand.

“Have I told you that you drive me insane?” he says as he strokes me and I whimper.

“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for, just desperate for him to touch me, use me, fuck me.

He kisses me savagely for another moment, making my dick throb and my head spin, before he pulls away, still gripping my hair, and snarls, “Shower. Now.”

I strip faster than I ever thought possible, and Jackson follows me as I make my way down the hall to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind me.

By the time I get into the bathroom I’m wearing only my boxer briefs and Jackson is in a bright blue bikini that makes my mouth water. “Why are you always about to take those off every time I see them?” I complain, my breaths heavy. “I never get to enjoy them on you.”

He smirks and moves his hips seductively as he grips the waistband of his bikinis and tugs them down, letting them pool around his feet, his dick bouncing free. My asshole flutters at the sight and I groan as he takes it in his hand and strokes himself.

“Okay, that’s pretty hot, too,” I admit.

“You want this, doll?” he asks, sashaying closer to me. I swallow and nod. He raises an eyebrow.

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