Instead, I do what I normally do and scowl, clenching my jaw for good measure, because now I’m pissed that my natural body language gave her the wrong idea.
I blame Jasper.
Actually, I blame Jasper for everything.
Because being around him…just…fuck. Pisses me off.
I can’t believe he said he’s going to kiss her.
But, I believe that’s exactly what he’ll do. Because he’s like that. He goes after what he wants and doesn’t care about what other people think. Plus, he’s completely unafraid of rejection.
He’s far more charming than all the guys at the station and can flirt with a shovel and it would somehow show interest.
Me on the other hand, I can’t flirt to save my life. And, even if I did, I’d have nothing to gain from it. I have a daughter to focus on and way too much responsibility to get into a relationship with anyone. I haven’t even gone on a date in well over eighteen months.
Although, that’s not because of a lack of time; I know my sister would help with Lily if I wanted to go out. I just have no desire to.
Abby bends over to push one of the boxes to the side of the garage, and any remaining blood flow that helps me think straight flows directly to my half hard cock.
Jesus, it’s been so long that I can’t even control myself when an attractive womanbendsover.
As she stands to her full height, which isn’t much—she can’t be taller than five, three—she grabs a jersey from the box and tosses it over to Jasper.
Jasper reaches up, snatching it with one hand. He gives her a playful wink before throwing his other hand behind his neck, grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling it forward over his head.
I swear the guy is always half naked.
My eyes peruse the hard lines of his body and I swallow thickly. His lean frame is cut in ways I’ve never seen with intricate tattoos that trace over his chest and shoulders. He even has a goddamn eight pack that trails underneath his low hanging cargo pants and my eyes roam further down his body, stopping dead center at his fly.
My assumption that he goes commando is spot on when I see the mushroom crown of his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Now I can hear my own heartbeat whooshing in my ears as my lips part and I dart my tongue over my bottom lip. I have no idea why I have this reaction to him every time.
Jasper pulls the jersey over his head, the shift of his body breaks the connection I had and I rip my gaze away only to find Abby staring at me, her own lips parted as she bites on that plump bottom lip of hers.
Fuck.
She looks curious and really confused.
I need to get the hell out of here.
“I’ll be back,” I state and turn without making eye contact with anyone.
Taking large strides I make my way out of the garage, down the hallway, and step through the threshold of my bedroom, closing the door behind me.
Running my hands through my hair I press my forehead into the wall and exhaust all the air from my lungs.
Abby started this, from the moment I opened the door this morning and she was leaning over that heavy, awkwardly sized box with her full breasts pushed up against the cardboard, and her thick, dark hair draped over her tan shoulders, looking like a goddess.
Then seeing Jasper shirtless, not once but twice today.
I don’t like men,I internally remind myself.
I have no idea why every time he’s around I have this uncontrollable visceral reaction. I always force myself to hold back from these rampant thoughts of him, his body, his flirtation, but I only succeed for so long until I can’t control the urge, like right now.
Reaching down, I fumble with my belt before I tear open my zipper and push down my pants. Wrapping my hand around my already hard cock, I squeeze rough and angry, because I’m fucking pissed I’m doing this again, thinking of the one person I shouldn’t be thinking about.
Squinting my eyes shut, pre-cum pours out the tip and it’s been too long since I’ve given myself any attention due to shame of the thoughts I had the last time I relieved myself.
