We chat comfortably on the drive, but the moments of silence are just as nice. I take in the stunning views as we head north on Interstate 5. The beach communities of Orange County arespectacular, with large mansions perched on the hills rising above the bright blue Pacific Ocean. It feels like we’re driving into a postcard.
I’m surprised at how turned on I was by Jesse’s apparent jealousy over Cassidy's flirting. Watching this sweet, gentle man go full caveman on the unsuspecting man lit a fire inside me. The way his eyes darkened, his jaw clenched tight, as he stepped between me and Cassidy… It was primal, possessive, and incredibly fucking hot.
I’ve never had someone react that way over me before. Like he couldn’t stand the thought of another man even looking at me, let alone flirting with me. The intensity of his reaction sends a thrill down my spine, awakening some part of me I never knew existed.
I shift in my seat, trying to ignore the growing heat in my groin. He cares about me—I mean if he was willing to fight for me, that's a logical assumption, right?
But it's not just that. The message that he wants me for himself—only for himself—is doing strange things to me.I like it. A lot.More than I probably should, considering our working relationship and the fact that we’re living under the same roof. But God, the hunger in his eyes when he looks at me damn near brings me to my knees sometimes.
I sneak a glance at him as he drives, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel. I want to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.
But I don’t.
Intricate stonework and timber adorn the façade of the hotel we pull up to a few hours later. I still can’t believe Jesse booked this trip for us. For me. I’d mentioned my love ofStar Warsalmostin passing. It’s such a small thing. But he noticed and then used the info to do something special for me. It's been so long since I've felt these kinds of warm, fuzzy feelings I don't know what to do with them.
But that’s future Martin’s problem. Right now it’s time to focus on having some fun because it’s been too long for that too.
Jesse flashes me a mischievous grin as he passes his keys to the valet. “We get our own entry gate and an extra hour of early access to the park from this hotel.”
“I’ve never met a grown man so excited about Disneyland.” I’m teasing, but I find his enthusiasm incredibly endearing. More than endearing, really.
He chuckles and waggles his eyebrows at me in response. On our way to the front desk, we pass a collection of plush couches gathered around a huge stone fireplace. They're occupied by several sets of exhausted-looking parents enjoying a drink or a snack while keeping an eye on little ones roaming around.
After checking in, we head to our luxury two-bedroom suite. Emphasis onluxury. Lush living and dining areas, two bedrooms, each with a king bed. I’m not unaccustomed to the finer side of life—Richard and his family had more money than they knew what to do with,—but this feels more like living out a childhood dream than two friends getting away for a weekend. I let out a laugh as I check out the room, delighted. “You’re really spoiling me,” I say with a grin. “Keep this up and you’ll never be rid of me.”
He beams at me. “You'll hear no complaints about that from me."
My heart flutters in my chest, and I fight to shove the feelings aside. But then he lets his gaze roam over me, sending a hot shiver through my body. A rush of blood surges directly to my cock as images of that night in his Seattle hotel room flood my mind.
Maybe hotels bring out a different side of Jesse? Whatever the reason is, I very much like hotel-Jesse.
“How about we save the park for tomorrow?” he suggests, pulling me out of my daydream as he glances out the window. “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to wash the Friday traffic off me. We could go into Downtown Disney for dinner and to watch the fireworks from the hotel’s special lounge.”
“Sounds like a top-notch idea,” I reply before wandering over to the inviting-looking sectional in front of the gas fireplace, flopping onto it with a sigh. “I’ll be getting on that right away. I promise.”
I don’t know whether it’s the hotel itself, the comfortable suite, or the subtle change in Jesse’s demeanor since the incident with Cassidy, but I feel more relaxed right now than I have in recent memory.
Jesse chuckles and disappears into his room to shower while I allow my eyes to drift shut. I just need a couple of minutes to relax before making myself presentable for public consumption.
A while later, a gentle hand on my chest pulls me from the depths of sleep. I blink my eyes open to find Jesse sitting on the edge of the couch next to me, a playful grin on his lips.
“Falling asleep already? We just got here,” he teases. His hand lingers on my chest, the pressure causing a delicious heat to spread through my torso down to my belly.
He traces circles with his fingertips on my shirt as we hold each other’s gaze. It's as if time has been suspended, like we’re the only two people in existence. His tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, and my cock jumps.
“So,” he murmurs, the single word coming out low and growly. The heat in my abdomen spreads lower. “Dinner…”
His touch is driving me half-mad, even through the fabric of my shirt. It’s intimate and familiar, and full of anticipation. Hehas to be able to feel the crazy way my heart is pounding against my rib cage.
His hand remains on my chest, his eyes holding mine captive as he leans closer. I know what he wants. And he’s about to get it.
“Fuck dinner,” I mutter under my breath, and before I can talk myself out of it, I reach up with one hand, curling it around the back of his neck and pulling him down at the same time as I rise up to capture his mouth with mine.
He moans, the hand on my chest tightening into a fist, gripping my shirt like he’s afraid I might disappear.
Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I part them eagerly, inviting him inside.
I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging lightly, and he groans into my mouth. The sound shoots straight to my cock, making it throb against the confines of my jeans.
