“It’s just…Sky, do you avoid actually getting serious with guys because of me?”
Okay, now I’m glad I can’t see Jax’s expression. He’ll be wearing his guilty face, and I fucking hate his guilty face. Mainly because it usually comes out when he has absolutely nothing to feel guilty about.
“I don’t want anything from guys except sex, Jackson,” I assure him. I want to leave it at that, but we’ve always been one hundred per cent honest with each other, so I add, “Maybe it is because I already have you, but that’s not a bad thing. It means I get the best of everything.” Then a thought occurs to me, and I give myself a mental slap for not thinking of it earlier. “Am I holdingyouback? Jax, I don’t want to ever do that. If there’s someone you want to date—”
“Sky, calm down,” he says gently, cutting off my rambling. “There’s no one. I’m not interested in dating and all that.”
I frown, not entirely convinced. Jackson’s never shown any interest in wanting to settle down or anything like that, but he doesn’t sleep around like I do, either. “Are you sure?” I ask uncertainly. “I wouldn’t want you to sacrifice something like that for me, Jackson. And don’t say you wouldn’t because you always do.”
I’ll admit, I do sometimes take a little too much advantage of Jackson’s willingness to indulge my whims, but I’d never let him give up an entire part of his life for me.
“There’s no sacrifice, Skyler, because Idon’t want it,” he says firmly. “If I can believe you, you can believe me, okay?”
I draw in a deep breath and nod, hugging him tighter. “Yeah, okay.”
“Go to sleep, Sky. You must be exhausted after what I heard,” he says with a soft chuckle.
“You heard us?”
“Skyler, everyone in Brooklyn heard you,” he says dryly. “Which begs the question—why didn’t you just fuck him at his place so you could bail like you usually do?”
“Urgh… He lives inNewark,” I grumble, unable to keep the annoyance from my tone. “It would’ve been, what—forty minutes or so to get out there, and then an hour at least to get home? Way too far. I would have fucked him in the bathroom at the bar, but there were people using it,” I add pointedly.
“Ah, so it’smyfault?”
“I was nearly killed, Jackson,” I whine. “Suffocated in the death grip of an unconscious New Jerseyite whose name I can’t even remember.”
“I think you might be exaggerating slightly.”
“I hope Bathroom Girl was worth it,” I mutter.
“Jayne with a Y? Well, she wasn’t quite as vocal as your koala bear…”
“Yeah, he was enthusiastic, I’ll give him that. And eager as fuck…” I pause for a moment as I mentally replay some of the highlights from my romp with Jersey Coyote. Up until the post-orgasm part, it had been fucking spectacular. I could definitely go for a repeat. “Maybe I should go wake him up and see if he wants another go?” I muse. “He’s so fucking hot, Jax. And his ass is incredible. Seems a bit like a wasted opportunity not to get inside him again.”
“So go fuck him again,” Jackson says through a yawn.
“Yeah, but then he’ll want to cuddle again.” My words come out in a sulky tone, and I don’t even care. Stupid Jersey Coyote and his stupid cuddling fucking everything up. “And if he’s that clingy after one round, imagine what it’ll be like if I fuck him twice in one night. My dick has addictive properties, you know.”
“Mmmhmm…I’m sure it does,” Jackson says, sounding bored as fuck. “Right now it’s stabbing me in the ass, so maybe you can either get up and go fuck the guy in your bed, or start thinking about something else.”
Whoops.I let out a wry chuckle and shift my hips back a bit, so my erection is clear of Jackson’s ass. “My bad. You want to be the big spoon instead?”
Jackson lets out a breath of amusement and starts shifting around, so I do the same, sighing in contentment as he wraps his arm around my middle and pulls me back against his hard chest.
“Do I need to get the potholders?” he murmurs wryly, his thick beard brushing over my ear as he talks.
Probably. We both know the reason I wanted to change position is because this boner’s not going anywhere anytime soon; I mean, there’s a hot, practically naked man in my bed who’s made it perfectly clear he’d be up for seconds if I wanted it.
Ah, fuck, that was definitely the wrong thing to think about. I shift around a little as my cock throbs, just barely resisting the instinct to reach down and wrap my hand around it.
Yeah, I really need the potholders. But I know if I get up now, I won’t be going to the kitchen, I’ll be going straight to my room and waking Jersey Coyote so he can wrap those pretty pink lips around my dick.
I let out a soft groan at the thought, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to get a fucking grip. “I’m good,” I assure Jax.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Just make sure to add theFebrezewhen you wash my sheets tomorrow. I want them to smell like a spring garden,” he says through a yawn, as though the idea of me jerking off in his bed is about as interesting as tomorrow’s weather forecast.
“You have no faith in me,” I pout.
