“No.” Jerry leans across the handbrake and kisses me. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, but the other cups my cheek, drawing me closer. It’s an awkward position, but the second his lips touch mine, I forget all of it, because Jerry’s mouth is magic. Warm and soft, with just the barest scrape of stubble, and my mind is already off imagining the feel of it elsewhere on my body.
When he pulls away, I follow, wanting more, but am brought to an abrupt halt by my seatbelt. “Fuck’s sake.”
Jerry laughs as I wrestle to release it, and by the time I get free he’s already got the door open.
“Come on.” The smile he shoots me isn’t one I’ve seen before. It’s soft, almost shy, and I melt a little inside.
I scramble out of the car and hurry to catch up to him as he strides towards his front door. Nervous excitement rushes through me, and I want to wrap my arms around Jerry’s waist, but I’m not sure whether I can or not, so my hands sort of hover mid-air. It’s a relief to see the slight tremor in his hands whenit takes him two attempts to open the door. At least I’m not the only one who’s feeling this way.
A series of barks greets us, followed a couple of seconds later by meows, and honestly, I forgot all about the welcoming committee. I want to be pissed off that Jerry can’t drag me straight upstairs like I want him to, but as I peer around him, I see three eager faces staring at us and, yeah, it’s way too cute for anything other than anaww.
Jerry’s animals have accepted Frank into their fold like he’s their long-lost brother, and I’m powerless in the face of their newfound friendship. He sits next to Kyla and then they both look up at Jerry and meow in perfect harmony, making Jerry laugh.
He turns to me, determination written all over his face. “You feed the cats, I’ll sort Jen, and I’ll meet you upstairs in my bedroom?” He asks it like a question and I’m already nodding as I push past him towards the kitchen.
“Deal!” I toss over my shoulder, then set a new record for pouring out cat biscuits into bowls and topping up water.
I’m at the bottom of the stairs when I hear the back door open as Jerry lets Jen out and then chuckle as I hear his desperate pleading for her to “Stop sniffing the fucking bushes and hurry up!”
She must listen to him, because I’ve barely got into Jerry’s bedroom when his footsteps thunder up the stairs. I turn as he barrels through the doorway, only just stopping himself from running into me.
“Shit, sorry.” He grabs my shoulders for support, and I grin at him.
“In a hurry?”
His smile is instant. “It’s not every day I have a hot bloke waiting in my bedroom for me.”
“Is that so?” I murmur, and slide my arms around his waist, bringing us almost flush. “I thought you’d have them lining up.”
He chuckles. “Hmm... because Charnwell is such a hot bed of willing and available men.”
We’ve talked about my disastrous love life, but I don’t know much about Jerry’s past. He’s a good-looking guy with his own house and a great job. He’s a fucking catch, and I’ve often wondered why no one’s snapped him up before now. But whatever, their loss is my gain, and I’m not about to bring that up when I have him in my arms.
“Well,” I say, walking backwards until my knees hit the edge of the bed. “I’m available.” Sliding my hands under his jumper, I find warm skin and firm muscle. “And willing,” I add, kissing along his jaw.
“Are you?” His gaze meets mine as I straighten.
There’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher, but then it’s gone, replaced by the naked desire from earlier, and I’m powerless to do anything but nod in return.
He hums and tilts his head to the side in invitation and I don’t need asking twice. I smile as I kiss his neck, and he shudders. I’ll file that away for later.
We undress each other between kisses.
It’s like Christmas come early as I unwrap him, bit by bit, and it’s just as exciting. More so as I finally reveal him in all his glory. Country living clearly suits him, because his body is solid, with muscles in all the right places without being intimidating.
Dark hair trails down his belly, and I follow it with a finger. He sucks in a breath as I reach the base of his cock, eyes still locked with mine.
I’m torn.
I want to keep looking into a gaze that’s so open it shows every thought and feeling as I wrap a hand around his length.But I want to watch too, want to see how my fingers look as they slide up and down a cock I’ve had more than one dream about.
Curiosity wins out and I look down, mesmerised by the sight of my hand on him. It makes a nice change having someone else’s cock to play with instead of my own. Part of me is surprised that we’re actually standing here, naked, yet the rest of me knows that it was inevitable despite my efforts to keep it platonic between us.
Really, who was I kidding?
I found Jerry attractive even in the midst of heartbreak over Karl, and it never went away even as we became the friends we are now. I just hope we can keep that friendship after this, because Jerry’s becoming one of my very best, and the thought of losing him hurts. It must show on my face because Jerry’s hands slide up to cup my face and he tilts my chin up.
I feel the mood change between us, so I let go of him and hold his hips instead.
