I was just going to say hi and ask if he could stop by my table before he left. I was standing there waiting for a good moment to speak up. What they were talking about seemed personal, like they all lived under the same roof at some point, which did not make sense. For a moment I wondered if they had all been together, liketogether, together. But that didn’t feel right.
Jasper said he would explain everything tonight. And I have to trust he’ll do that.
I’m a grown-ass man and so is Jasper. If our relationship is ever going to work, then I need to trust him. We need to trust each other. We need to give each other time to adjust and work through our own issues.
I texted him earlier, trying to get an idea of where he was taking me, so I know what to wear. He refuses to tell me anything, so I settle on a pair of black slacks and a gray button-up.
I stare at the black tie hanging in my closet. Is it too much?Gah, was a tiny hint too much to ask? The man infuriates me.
And I love every second of it.
I hear the doorbell and laugh. Good boy, Jasper.
I open the door, and all the oxygen gets sucked from my lungs and a shiver runs down my spine. Breathtaking.
He’s wearing his black leather pants, a black see-through blouse with his nipple piercings on full display, and of course, his white boa jacket. Necklaces drape around his neck and his wrists are adorned in colorful bracelets. Completely, uniquely Jasper.
“Wow… I mean, hi. You look amazing.” And so fucking sexy.
He blushes. “Thank you, but really, you look amazing. No flannel and no hat. I’m impressed. You clean up nicely, Olly.”
“Yes, well, someone wouldn’t tell me where we’re going, so I had to guess.” I look down at my pants. “And I’m still not sure if I made the right choice.”
The material is doing nothing to hide the growing bulge in my pants. If I keep thinking about how it felt to be inside him, we’re going to have an even bigger problem.
“It’s perfect. You could’ve worn anything and it still would’ve been perfect. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I say, grabbing my keys and wallet before slipping on my shoes. He has his bike parked in the driveway and a sense of excitement rushes through me.
I’m going to be pressed up against him while the bike hums between my thighs. I’ve heard things. It doesn’t matter what kind of pants I have on… There is no way my dick is going to play nice.
“I thought it would be a nice night for the bike,” he says, handing me a helmet. “Sorry, I’m about to mess up your hair.”
“Being pressed up against you while we hit the open road is worth it.” I wink.
He blushes again. Who would have thought I would make Jasper Valintine blush? He’s every man’s rock-star fantasy and I’m the one who just made him do that.
Well, nowI’mblushing.
I have confidence in baking, The Diner, and sex—once I clear my head. Put me in a social setting and I’m a mess. But put me with Jasper and it all fades away.
After hitting every stoplight in town, we finally hit the open road. And I was right. The vibration of the bike between my legs and the feel ofJasper’s smaller body tight against mine is making my dick hard. There’s no way to hide it. He has to feel it. Maybe Iwanthim to feel it. Iwanthim to know what he does to me.
A month ago, I would’ve shied away from giving any sort of sign I had feelings for Jasper. Not now.
I’m making some changes in my life too. I’m opening some doors that have been knocking for a while. Who’s going to find a partner if you don’t make an effort to put yourself out there? Even if I fall on my face, I need to try. This could all end awkwardly since we’re in the same friend group. But he’s worth the risk.
At first, I think we’re heading to that restaurant Jaxon and Alex were telling us about. The one that looks like a castle and overlooks the water. But when we drive past the exit, my interest is piqued.Where is he taking us?
A few miles later, we pull off the main road and down a long and winding… driveway? A modern-looking home with clean lines, ample lighting, and a front entry with large wooden French doors comes into view. It’s huge.
Jasper brings the bike to a stop, and I take off my helmet, looking around. “Jasper, where are we?”
“The Matthew House,” he says. “Well, nottheMatthew House, but where it all started.”
I’m still just as confused when the front door opens, and there stands Marcus and Jacob.
Jasper maneuvers off the bike, offering his hand as he helps me dismount, never letting go.
