My balls ache. I spread my legs and jack harder, lust surging through my system. It has been weeks since I’ve touched myself, and even longer—way, way longer—since I’ve done it with anyone else.
He groans loudly, dropping his head back as his hand flies even faster. Seconds later, white liquid splatters on the glass.
I freeze. Did he just…wow.
The shower shuts off, then Jordan brushes the water off his skin before stepping out and reaching for a towel. He doesn’t cover himself. Instead, he tosses it over one shoulder and leans forward to look at the camera.
“Like the show?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You gonna come for me too?”
My hand flies again, and I bite my lower lip, stifling a moan.
“That’s it. Let me see you, Miles.”
I angle the camera to give him a better view, face heating. I hadn’t cared about my belly a few minutes ago, but now that he’s watching so closely…
I shift to hide my stomach.
“Damn, you have a nice dick. Show me your head.”
I do.
He hums. “Come for me. Let me watch.”
With him talking to me like that, it doesn’t take long. “Ugh, Jordan!”
His soft chuckle makes me shiver. He’d definitely liked that.
I take a shuddering breath and look at him again. “That was…”
“Unexpected?” he offers when I trail off. “Hot as fuck? Sexy? Invigorating? The best idea you’ve had yet?” he continues, throwing words out there. Then he lowers his voice. “And, I can only say this for me, but… it was the best damn thing I’ve experienced in a long time. So thank you.”
His compliment warms me.
My skin is flushed, and I doubt I look even a fraction as sexy as he is. “Yeah. Same.”
His smile fades a little. “I’ve really got to go. But we’ll talk again soon, okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
He hangs up, and I let my head fall back against the wall with a clunk.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I’m so totally screwed.
7
JORDAN
When I get to the movie theater an hour later, Declan, Seth, and Piper are already in the lobby waiting for me. Four other people are with them. I recognize Ian and Quinn, but not the other two.
Declan smiles when he sees me. “Hey, man. I was just about to call you.”
“Sorry, I got stuck in traffic.”
When I smile back, I’m surprised I don’t have to force it as much as I usually do. Maybe talking with Miles helped this morning. Or maybe it was the orgasm. Whatever the case, something definitely shifted.
