Page 46 of Only Ever Yours
Jase
Assuming you haven’t changed your mind, of course?
Ha, it seemed like he, too, was concerned I had doubts.
I definitely haven’t changed my mind! We’ll have to be careful around Finn, he can’t find out from anyone except us. We might have to act like nothing’s different.
Jase
That’s going to be hard…much like I am thinking about you… xx
Stop that! When I see you at breakfast, there has to be none of that xx
Jase
Guess I’ll sort myself out before I come downstairs then…
The image of Jase jerking off to thoughts of me flitted through my mind, and my core throbbed in response. I started to imagine what it would have been like if he’d touched me properly last night, if his fingers had slid underneath my knickers and found their way inside me. I squeezed my legs together, one hand sliding down towards where I wanted it. Then another message caught my eye.
Jase
You’d better not be doing what I should be doing… I want to be the one to make you come xx
Seriously, it’s like he’s in my head.
Instantly, my hand froze before it could reach its destination. I’d have to get off on imagining what it would be like until it finally happened for real. Blowing out a breath, I pushed off the covers and went to get a shower. And a cold one at that.
Twenty minutes later, I headed downstairs fully dressed and ready to face the day. Finn was slumped on the sofa and, from what I could tell, didn’t look as if he’d moved at all during the night. He was still dressed in the clothes he’d worn to the club, and a fusty, alcohol smell emanated from him.
I went over to him, holding my breath a little. “Finn.” Gently, I shook his shoulder. “Finn, it’s time to wake up.”
He grunted and shrugged me off. “It’s still early, Ella.”
“Ella’s not here,” I said, a little louder this time. “You’re at home.”
His eyes blinked several times, and he winced as he opened them fully. “Fuck, it’s bright in here.”
“Are you okay?”
“Probably mourning the loss of his ex to a younger man.” Jase came into the living room and winked at me. “Not to mention the amount of whisky he drank when we got home.” He leaned over and extracted an empty bottle from beside the sofa. “Shit, did you really finish all this?”
Finn rubbed a hand across his face and yawned. “I fucking hope so; otherwise, I feel like shit for nothing.”
“Why don’t you go upstairs and get a shower?” I suggested. “And I’ll make you some breakfast, if you want?”
He shook his head and hauled himself up. “Don’t think I can eat anything yet, but a coffee would be good.”
“You got it.”
Finn left the room, and both Jase and I listened as we heard his footsteps go up the stairs. We stood there awkwardly, staring at each other, neither of us really knowing what to do.
“You’re still as gorgeous as you were when I left you last night.” Jase grinned. “Only, you’re wearing more clothes now.”
“Probably just as well. Finn might have been suspicious otherwise.” I smiled back, desperate to close the distance between us and sink into Jase’s chest.
Instead, Jase made the move. He stepped towards me, stopping as our bodies met. Lifting a hand, he traced a line along my jaw, sliding his thumb over my lips. I let out a heady sigh.
“God, I want to taste you again,” he breathed.
