Somehow, we actually manage to get a shitload of work done. Which is wild considering I spent half the time trying not to stare at his hands. We’re deep into whatever-the-fuck, when this ache in my shoulder keeps making itself known again.
I try to gut it out, keep shifting like I can out maneuver the pain, but every tiny adjustment sends this sharp reminder straight through my shoulder. I wince once. Again. The third one slips out louder than I mean it to, a sharp hiss I can’t stop.
Jacob cuts off mid sentence and looks at me.
“Your shoulder bothering you again?” he asks, voice steady and professional, but there’s real concern, like he actually gives a shit. That alone almost fucks me up more than the pain.
I nod, jaw tight. “Yeah. Took a stupid hit last night.”
Before I can even process what’s happening, he’s up and moving, stepping right into my space and stopping between my knees like that’s the most natural place for him to be. I widen my legs without even thinking and allow myself to breathe him in.
Fuck, he smells so goddamn good. Masculine but also not overpowering like the guys in the locker room. Whatevercologne or after shave he uses is subtle and really fucking enticing.
He reaches out and puts his hands on my shoulder like he’s done a thousand times and fuck, his thumbs sink into the muscle like he knows exactly where it hurts without asking.
Heat spreads fast. Not just in my shoulder. Everywhere.
His hands are warm and solid, palms heavy against me, thumbs working slow circles. My brain completely short-circuits. All I can think about is how close he is…his thighs inches from mine, his hoodie brushing my knee, his focus entirely on my body.
My body, which is reacting like a goddamn traitor.
I can feel my cock thicken more, pulsing like it wants to make this situation ten times worse. I grit my teeth, try to breathe through it, but my nervous system decides to throw me under the bus anyway.
A groan slips out.
It’s low and rough. Also, to my complete horror, it is absolutely not a pain filled groan. Nope, definitely not pain.
The second it leaves my mouth, everything stops.
Jacob freezes. His hands don’t pull away right away. His eyes flick up to mine, wide and startled, and there’s something in them that hits me right in the chest.
Shock. Heat. Curiosity.
His eyes, big and wide and so fucking beautiful, travel slowly down my body and land on…my massive erection.
Then he jerks back like he’s been burned.
“Oh, shit, I…sorry,” he says fast, cheeks flushing, eyes suddenly everywhere except on me. “I didn’t mean to…I shouldn’t have-”
My shoulder feels cold immediately. My entire body flushes with embarrassment because I just got hard because he stood close to me. Fuck. My. Life.
“I’m just, uh, water. I’m gonna grab some water,” he blurts, already backing toward the door, notebook clutched to his chest. “I’ll be right back.”
And then he’s gone. Door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone with a buzzing shoulder, a painfully hard cock, and a brain that feels like it just got dropped into a blender.
I don’t move for a second. Just sit there, breathing shallow, skin still tingling where his hands were like my body’s pissed they left. My heart’s hammering way too fast for someone who was just getting a shoulder worked out.
I finally sink back in the bed, exhaling slow and shaky.
Because holy fuck.
That wasn’t just awkward. That was dangerous. And hot. And confusing as hell.
And I have absolutely no idea how I’m supposed to act normal when he comes back in like my body didn’t just out me to myself in my own damn bedroom.
I wrapmy hand around my hard cock and stroke up and down, slow and steady. The shower is pounding against my back and my muscles feel so goddamn tense.
The problem, therealproblem, is that I can’t stop thinking about him.
