I pulled the phone away from my ear and put the call on speaker, then re-opened my text thread with her to look at whatever it was she was on me about.
“What did you send…” I started to ask, right before all the spit dried up in my mouth.
“Isit?” Lizzie asked excitedly. “Isn’t that him?’
If she meant, had she just sent me a picture of my high school crush, Jordan Wendt, the boy who’d almost made my dick fall off from overuse back when I was fifteen, then the answer was yes… and for the record, my dick was not holding any grudges about how sore Jordan had made it back then.
Not that Jordan had participated in that problem, of course. He hadn’t had a clue about how often I’d jerked off fantasizing about him back then. He’d been a senior when I was a freshman, the co-captain of our school’s cheer squad, and completely oblivious to my existence. Still, there was no denying that all the chafing I’d suffered had definitely been his fault.
Also his fault? Making that the year I’d come to terms with the fact that yes, I was definitely a six on the Kinsey scale.
Jerking off to fantasies of a hot cheerleader—a male one with a pretty face, an amazing ass, and muscles for days—had been my one guilty pleasure amidst all the responsibilities I'd had at home, and, as my perpetually-chafed-at-the-time dick could attest to, I’d indulgedfrequently.
Lizzie said something that sounded like nothing more than buzzing background noise, because… just…wow. Jordan starred in every single one of my most secret fantasies, and while yes, he still looked like pure sex on a stick, my heart tripped a little at the sight of him because my fantasies hadn’tjustincluded jerking off to him. I’d also always imagined that we… clicked. That he was The One. That we had aconnection.
Or that we would have, at least, if I’d ever had the nerve to talk to him.
Or been even remotely in his league.
Or had a single, solitary clue about what I could actually offer someone as beautiful as him.
I swallowed hard, my heart suddenly pounding so loudly that it completely drowned out my sister’s voice. The picture she’d sent looked like a screen capture, and Jordan was caught mid-hip-thrust in what looked like some kind of dance routine, full lips smirking and dark hair tousled and sweaty even though his face was, as always, perfectly made up and… and just…damn.
It hadn’tallbeen romantic fantasies back in the day. There had definitely been some dirty ones, too. A lot of dirty ones. Dirty ones that my cock still remembered vividly, as evidenced by the way it immediately started to press against the zipper of my pants, eager to come out and play... which, for the record, wasn’t exactly a comfortable feeling with my little sister still chattering away in my ear.
“What, uh, where did you, um, what’s this picture… from?” I finally managed to ask, stumbling over my words like I was right back to being that bumbling fifteen-year-old again as I tried and failed to tear my eyes away from Jordan’s smirk.
“Itishim, isn’t it?” Lizzie asked gleefully. “I knew it! The guy you used to pant after back in high school? Jordan Whatsisname?”
“Wendt,” I said. “Jordan Wendt. And I didn’tpantafter him.”
Oh God, had she actually realized that at the time? She’d been what, ten? And I thought I’d been so discreet.
“Oh please,” she said, no doubt rolling her eyes again. “You used to drag me and Kate to all those basketball games, and you don’t evenlikesports.”
“We were on a budget,” I said, staring so hard at Jordan’s ridiculous hotness that my eyes started to dry out. “It was free entertainment.”
I blinked and finally looked away for my own sanity. Then looked right back, because he was… Jesus. He was even more beautiful now then he’d been back then.
Then I frowned.
“Lizzard,” I said urgently. “Where did you get this picture?”
“I took a screenie from his YouTube channel,” she said, which really didn’t clear anything up at all, but at least sounded like she hadn’t done something unethical, like track him down on social media and steal private photos without his consent. “Kate found it,” she went on. “He does workout vids and stuff? Anyway, she was like, ‘omigod he’s so hot,’ and I was like, ‘omigod it’s Andy’s crush!’ And I’m right, right? It’s him?”
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s definitely Jordan. Um, Liz—”
Her laughter cut me off. “I know, I know, now you want me to get off the phone so you can go drool over him online, right? But Andy, I think it’s a sign! He moved to the same city as you! And he’s single, you’re single…”
I snorted, then almost tripped over Ellen as she wound around my feet, reminding me that it was my sacred duty in life to feed her and cater to her every whim. “Lizzie, that’s definitely not going to happen.”
“Why not?” she asked, as if it were a perfectly reasonable question instead of insanity. “Here,” she added before I could answer. “I’m sending you the link to his channel.”
My phone buzzed again, and like a drug addict needing a fix, I clicked as soon as it came through, my eyes widening and my cock swelling even more when my screen filled with thumbnails of my every living fantasy.
I hadn’t seen Jordan in years—and hadn’t jerked off while thinking of him in… well, at least a few weeks—but it would have been embarrassing how often I still thought about him if anyone had actually known about it. But even if my sisters had apparently seen through me back when I’d been a teenager,thatwas definitely something I’d never admit to.
“He films a lot of his workouts outdoors, and I recognize some of the settings from when we came out to visit you over the summer,” Lizzie said in my ear as I clicked on one of the videos. “He did one at that big fountain you took us to downtown, and another one at, what was it called? Bushbright Park? Bushhead? Bush—”
