Page 47 of Best Man
“We won the hide-and-seek competition.” I start to laugh, and he grimaces. “Apparently, we couldn’t be found tonight.”
“Because we’ve been fucking in our room.” I snort. “We were playing a different game of hide-and-seek. One that Frances never considered in herWar and Peace-sized list of rules.”
“They want us to go to the library to collect the prize.”
“No.”
He cocks one eyebrow. “Why?”
I send my hand down and cup his cock, which stiffens in my hand. “Because we’re going to carry on our winning streak. I want you again.”
“Aren’t we going to talk about this?” he says breathlessly as his hips start to churn, pushing his cock into my tight fist.
“No, the first rule of Shag Club is we don’t talk about Shag Club.”
“That isnota thing, and what a disgusting name for a club,” he pants, his voice catching in a moan.
“It’s definitely a thing.” I bend to lick up the length of his dick before suckling on the head, digging my tongue gently into the slit. I pause and look up at him. He’s watching me intently. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I say innocently. “Would you like me to stop so you can collect our holiday to the Caribbean?”
“Fuck the Caribbean,” he says hoarsely, lying back down on the pillows and throwing his arm over his eyes. “The Shag Club is in session.”
“That’s the spirit,” I say approvingly and bend back to my task.
NINE
ZEB
I wake up in the morning slowly and the first thing I realise is that I feel warm and lazy. That’s sufficiently unusual for me to crank my eyes open. When my gaze drops on the man lying next to me, I jolt upright like I’ve been electrocuted.
My first thought isSweet Jesus, what have I done?Actually, that’s a lie. My actual first thought isHoly shit, he looks amazing. Jesse is lying face down on the bed, his dark brown hair a silky mess around his face and his full, pink lips slightly parted. His olive skin is dark against the blue bedlinen, and I’m now in a position to know that he’s that colour all over apart from a pale strip around his arse. The reason I know that is because said arse is exposed, as I’ve pulled the sheet off him in a panic.
He starts to stir and panic fills my head.What the fuck am I going to do?Thoughts swirl around my brain.He works for me. I’m his boss. He’s so much younger than me. God, he’s lovely. What about that thing he did with his tongue last night?To my horror, I feel my cock fill. Images of last night flit lazily past my eyes.
He opens his eyes to cast a bleary gaze over me, and he smiles. It’s glorious, full of sleepy happiness, and I panic. I totally panic.
“This was a mistake,” I blurt out. Loudly. I watch the sleepy happiness fade to confusion and feel my heart sink.What am I doing?I’m not sure, but as a testament to my stupidity, I carry on doing it. “I’m so sorry,” I say hoarsely. “We shouldn’t have slept together.”
The confusion melts to something dark before he shutters it, leaving him with a blank, cool expression that doesn’t sit well on that lovely, mobile face.
“Bit late for that now.” He sits up, completely unfazed by the fact that he’s stark naked, while I have the sheet wrapped around me like I’m Doris Day in one of those old films with Rock Hudson. I wish I was as cool, because just the sight of his cock lying semi hard against his thigh makes my mouth water.
I become aware that I’m staring at his dick, and it appears to be equally interested. I drag my gaze up to find him watching me with one eyebrow raised. I clear my throat and try to gather my composure. Remembering that I’m old enough to be his father helps.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t do this again. It would be wrong,” I say awkwardly. Unfortunately, the awkwardness comes across as cold, and I wince as I watch his face harden.
“Oh, how did I know you were going to say that?” he says, sliding out of bed and striding over to the wardrobe. He grabs a pair of faded old jeans and pulls them up. I watch that tight, round arse disappear and have a sudden flashback to seeing the cheeks spread as I eased my dick into his tiny hole, watching as it closed around my cock. I blink.Oh my God, I’m having sex-related flashbacks.
His expression is blank when he turns round, and much as I try to search his face, I get nothing because he’s locked down tight.
“Jesse,” I say, hating the begging note in my voice but unable to hide it. “I’m–”
“There’sreallyno need to say sorry again,” he says coldly. “I knew this was going to happen.” He gives a humourless laugh that really doesn’t suit him. “Maybe I should start predicting the outcome of the World Cup, seeing as I’ve been gifted with foresight. I’m much better than an octopus.”
It’s his first display of emotion since that lovely smile when he woke up. I watch a muscle tic wildly in his jaw, belying his flippant words as he drags a white T-shirt over his head and disappears into the bathroom. I get up from the bed, still clutching the ridiculous sheet to myself.
“Can we just…” I manage to get out before he shuts the door in my face. To add to the cold feel of the room I hear the lock turn.
“Jesse,” I say softly, banging my head against the door, wishing I could do it hard enough to smash some sense into my head. My brain is whirling with confusion. “I’m so sorry. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. You’re so wonderful. You’re funny and beautiful and brave and so full of life. There is no way as an adult that I should in good conscience damage that. And I will damage it. I’ll hurt you, because I’m too closed off.” I think of all the things Patrick had thrown at me. “I’m cold and obsessed with order and way too regimented for someone as full of life as you.”
