Page 41 of Jacked
A thousand little moments from the past month since Slater moved in flash through my mind. Smiles that felt like they were just for me sometimes, going out of his way to go to my favorite breakfast place, lingering looks and touches…
Warmth rushes through me and my heart races. But instead of it being from anxiety or fear, it feels like something else. It feels like dominos falling one after another, picking up speed as my thoughts slowly sort themselves out.
Slater’s not just bisexual. He has feelingsfor me.
What does that mean though? Does he want to date me? Kiss me?Fuckme? Or maybe he wants me to fuckhim. How do gay dudes work out who does what? Do they take turns? Flip a coin? I shake my head to clear that line of thought. I’m getting ahead of myself. The important part is, Slaterwantsme.
My breath catches and my cock swells so fast it makes me dizzy. The bottle of beer starts to slip through my fingers, but I can’t move, I can’t do anything but stare at Slater across the crowded bar.
“Shit.” Joss’s voice manages to reach me over the sound of my thundering pulse and the chaos of my thoughts.
He catches the bottle before it can actually fall, and I finally wrench my eyes away from Slater’s to mumble an apology.
“How do you know if you’re into guys? In a gay way, I mean? Or a bisexual way?” Shit, I probably need to learn the lingo, but one problem at a time.
The sympathetic amusement Joss has been looking at me with since I said I was having an existential crisis warms into something more flirty. He sets my drink on the bar and leans in closer.
“In my opinion, the best way is to go for a test drive.” He bats his eyelashes again and smirks.
“Like a kiss?” I ask gruffly, thinking back to the way the lights were dancing and shimmering on Slater’s lips.
Can I do that? Can I kiss a guy? The building heat inside me pulses and my knees tremble. Joss’s hand lands on my chest and he licks his lips.
“I think a kiss is agreatplace to start,” he purrs.
“Yeah,” I murmur, gathering my courage even as I say it. “Yeah,” I say again, more firmly the second time.
Joss smiles and tilts his head up, but I barely have time to register any of it. I’m already moving, giving him an apologetic grunt as I carefully move his hand off of me. My thoughts are still full of Slater as I make my way through the crowd, bobbing and weaving, trying to keep him in my sights in spite of everyone moving into my path with every step.
He’s not looking in my direction anymore. His shoulders are tense, and I wish I could see his face. I wish I’d been able to wrapmy head around everything quicker and that I’d been able to give him an answer when he asked. But I have it now. At least, I think I do.
I reach the table, coming up behind Slater.
Silas says something in greeting, but I have a single-minded focus right now. I have one goal and I need to see it through before I worry about anything else.
I yank Slater’s chair away from the table with him still in it. I hear his surprised gasp over every other deafening sound in the club. He stumbles up out of his seat. I can feel everyone else’s eyes on me, but all I can see is Slater.
I wrap my hand around his bicep and the warmth of his skin under my fingertips sends lightning bolts through me. His mouth falls open, and for a second all I can do is stare at his lips. Have they always been so pink and full and…tempting? How could I not have noticed until right now? I know the answer before I even finish asking myself the question. I didn’t want to notice. Some part of me took it and locked it up in the box with all the other things I haven’t had the courage to deal with until now. I think it’s going to take me a long damn time to finish unpacking the entire thing; definitely longer than one night. But I’m about to take a pair of bolt cutters to the padlock.
“AJ, are you o?—”
I cut off his question by dragging him to me. Our chests meet, our bellies, our groins, our thighs… there isn’t an inch of daylight between us and it feels good. It feels fuckingright. I wrap my free hand around the back of his neck, accidentally catching the rim of his hat and knocking it off.
I slam my mouth into his and this time I don’t just hear his gasp, I feel it too. It vibrates against my lips and rocks me to my core. His lips are soft, giving way easily to the rough, desperate feeling clawing at my insides. I can taste the beer on his breath, but beneath that there’s something so much sweeter, somethingaddictive. The rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow grates against mine, sending a shiver down my spine and drawing a contented rumble from deep in my chest.
Slater’s body is stiff against me for half a second before he melts into the kiss. His tongue darts out to drag against mine, his fingers digging into my shoulders and his cock swelling against mine. Our mouths pull apart and crash back together again and again, our chests bump into each other with every breath we gulp between frantic kisses.
I wait for something inside of me to recoil, some alarm to sound and tell me this isn’t something I want. But there’s nothing. Nothing but wild need that I feel like I could drown in if I’m not careful. I don’t think I want to be careful though. I think I’m fucking done being careful.
Slater pulls back half an inch and I stare again at the rainbow of lights dancing over his damp lips. Damp frommymouth. Swollen from the wayIkissed him. He slides his hands onto my chest, wrapping his fingers around the sleeves of my tank and meeting my eyes.
“Okay, that was at least a little bi,” he says, his pretty, kiss-swollen lips quirking into a teasing smile.
I swallow hard and nod.
“Yeah,” I agree. “It probably was.”
SLATER
