Page 25 of Jacked
A shuddering breath escapes me, fanning over the back of his neck. The weirdest urge pulses in my gut, to drag my tongue over the skin there just to see what he tastes like. I lower my face until my nose brushes against him and AJ lets out a quiet groan. Doeshewant me to lick him? Fuck, this is so?—
A shrill buzz cuts through the moment like a hot knife. I scramble off of AJ, reaching into my shorts to adjust my still throbbing erection. He grunts again and pushes up onto hishands and knees. I offer him a hand, but he ignores it, avoiding eye contact as he gets to his feet.
“Sorry, dude. I didn’t think you’d buckle like that.” I pull my hat off and run my fingers through my hair with an apologetic chuckle.
The bulge in AJ’s shorts is just as noticeable as the one in mine.
“No worries.” He’s still avoiding eye contact as he adjusts his clothes, and his dick. “I’ve been tackled by dudes a hell of a lot bigger than you.”
The buzzer sounds again, and AJ gives me a flicker of a reassuring smile before going over to the intercom next to the door and pressing the button.
“We’ll be right down.”
“Cool.” Butch’s voice crackles back through the speaker.
There’s enough guilt weighing on me that I hustle over to scoop up as much of our shit as possible. I’m not sure if carrying two tents, two rolled sleeping bags, and a couple of folding chairs just so he won’t have to is enough to make up for accidentally tackling him and then kind of, sort of humping him a little, but it’s a start.
AJ gives me a weird look, but he doesn’t try to take anything from me as I load up, strapping things to both shoulders and grabbing my duffel with my free hand. The only thing left for him to carry is his own bag of clothes. Hedoesarch an eyebrow at me before pulling open the door without comment and waving me through.
The shit isn’t heavy, but it’s bulky and awkward as I bang my way down the stairs, the chairs bouncing against the wall with each step. Butch is waiting right outside the door with his usual megawatt grin. Parked on the street right behind him is a conversion van packed full of dudes, like a clown car for gym bros.
Dre hops out of the driver’s side and a dude I haven’t met before climbs out of the passenger seat. Whoever he is, he fits right in with the rest of these guys, all muscles and body hair, hitting me with a friendly smile in greeting.
“Hey, you must be Slater.” He extends a hand. “I’m Xeno, Dre’s better half.”
Andre snorts a laugh and rolls his eyes before going around to the back to open the trunk. “You mean my more annoying third?” he teases.
A petite guy with glasses and curly hair, who definitelydoeslook out of place in this group, leans around Callan’s massive frame to look out at Xeno.
“You’re bothmybetter thirds, so there’s no need to start bickering before we’re even out of the city,” he says placatingly, like he’s trying to keep a couple of toddlers from getting into a slap fight.
“Aw, come on, Ez, you love it when I push Dre’s buttons. It’s like foreplay.” Xeno winks and the little guy blushes.
“Hell yeah, let’s start the weekend with some foreplay.” Fender waggles his eyebrows at Ez.
Silas leans forward from the third row of seats and flicks Fender’s ear.
“Behave or I’ll let Dre fire you.”
“Hey, what the hell? He doesn’t really want to fire me, does he?”
Dre just sighs like he’s regretting every life choice that led him to this moment.
“There should be enough room for your stuff back here. Just… stack carefully,” he says, waving at the trunk.
“I’ll help,” Xeno offers. “I’m a Tetris champ.”
“Tetris champ?” Dre scoffs. “I’ve got the high score on our saved game.”
“Do you?” Xeno says, crowding Dre with a smirk. “You sure about that?”
I’m not gonna lie, the whole scene is… confusing. The two of them posture and taunt each other in front of the open trunk for a minute, getting closer and closer, and the next thing I know, they’re hardcore making out right there in the street. My mouth falls open and AJ makes a strangled noise that turns into a cough behind me. Someone passing on the sidewalk wolf whistles, and Callan leans farther out of the van to wink at the guy before he disappears around the corner.
“Uh…” I look back at AJ and the poor guy is sweating bullets.
Callan hops out of the van since he’s in the seat closest to the door and strides over to yank the chair and sleeping bag off my shoulder while Butch takes the other side.
“Don’t mind them. They’re worse than bears during mating season. You’d think they’d be a little more sympathetic about the fact that the rest of us are stuck with our own hands after they put on a live porn show and give us all chubs.” Butch shakes his head.
