The blissful expression cracks into one of confusion. “They’re two different things. I mean, this isn’t sexual—I’m not hard right now.”
“Yeah, of course,” I agree. “Yeah.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, then says, “It’s only this good when you do it. That’s probably why.”
My hands still as, for the briefest of moments, my mind flashes to the thought of me jerking Jackson off and making him groan like this. But then I snap out of it, tensing my jaw in frustration. That’s not what he was suggesting, and it’s not what I want. I tested all that last night, and the answer was a firm no.
“Okay, that’s it. All done,” I announce, drawing my hands away and moving to the basin to wash up.
“That didn’t seem thorough enough,” Jackson protests.
I give a wry shake of my head. “It was plenty thorough. Besides, you’ll need to put more on after your shower anyway.”
Jackson shifts around in his chair and offers me a beaming smile. “You meanyou’llhave to put more on after my shower.”
“Nope, sorry. I’m going out.”
His brows shoot up. “What? Where? I thought cat yoga was next week.”
“Catercize,” I correct.
Jackson gives an indifferent shrug. An hour of stretching and bending while a bunch of cats wander all over the room around you is pretty much his version of hell.
“Yeah, that is next week. I actually don’t know where I’m going now,” I say with a shrug. “Somewhere I can get laid. I need that guy from last night out of my system.”
A dark expression crosses Jackson’s face. “Did he do something to you? Are you okay?”
I smile and reach out to run a hand over his head. “I’m fine. He didn’t do anything, it just wasn’t good sex. Now I feel all…I don’t know—off.”
Jackson nods in understanding and I let my hand slip away. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you later on then.”
“Remember to use shampoo and conditioner,” I remind him as I brush past him toward the bathroom door. I catch his eyes rolling in response to my unnecessary comment, but he says nothing.
ChapterTwelve
Skyler
Okay,I’ll admit it, this probably won’t win the crown for the smartest idea I’ve ever had.
“I was surprised to hear from you. Did your roommate decide he wants his eggs replaced after all?”
I arch an eyebrow at Jersey Coyote, letting him know the scowl isn’t appreciated. “You mean, to replace the eggs you wasted in your attempt to kill me?”
He winces and glances away, a faint blush touching his cheeks as he mumbles something that sounds like, “Honest mistake…”
The plan had been to scroll through my apps and find a new guy to get me out of this weird funk,nottrack down an old hook-up and schlep out to Newark; I don’t do repeats, and I especially don’t do repeats with clingy weirdos who try to kill me and upset Jackson. And I rarely, if ever, travel anywhere close to an hour just for sex. There are plenty of options way closer to home.
But as soon as I started scrolling, I couldn’t seem to get a big, blaring thought out of my head—what if this next guy turns out to be a bummer just like the guy last night?
I figured sometimes it’s better the devil you know, and even though he’s borderline crazy, Jersey’s also one hell of a fuck.
“So what are you doing here?” he asks, looking confused for some reason.
My brows creep up. “I texted and said I wanted to fuck. You told me to come over…”
He runs a hand through his dirty blond hair, still looking confused. “Yeah, but I wasn’t sure if you were actually serious…I mean, after the way your asshole roommate threw me out that morning, I kind of figured you were done with me…”
I narrow my eyes at him, jaw tight with displeasure. “Jackson isnotan asshole.”
