Jasper pursed his lips before he said, “I thought I could persuade you.”
“To go on the boat with you?”
“Yes. It will be fun. Just the three of us. Trav and I can’t really do it on our own. We need a third set of hands.”
He reared back. “I’m sorry, you want me to be a deckhand on this boat?”
Picking at his fingernails, Jasper avoided eye contact and said, “Not a deckhand as such.”
Finn reached for his stuff. “Ludicrous. You people are ludicrous if you think I’m getting on a boat for a week and helping you drive it.”
He stormed towards the door.
“It’s sail. You don’t drive a boat, you sail it,” I said as he passed before rolling my lips into a thin line for fear of laughing.
“I don’t care if you have a self-driving boat and I can lie on the front sipping cocktails and topping up my tan while naked sailors do a merry jig for me, the answer is no. I’ll see you back at the hotel.”
“Do you have an EpiPen,” I asked, not letting him go anywhere without checking.
He turned, his angry glare softening. “I do. Thank you for checking. You’re both still out of your minds though.”
And with that, he vanished.
“He’s not coming, is he?” Jasper asked quietly.
“He’ll come. He just needs a little persuasion.”
THIRTY
FINN
I was showeredand in my robe when the professor and Travis got back. I’d forgone underwear because, well, the pair of them barely wore any clothes, and if I was being honest, I was so turned on I could barely cope with anything rubbing against my cock.
Waking up wrapped between them both this morning had caused me to dream about fucking them for most of the day. And I did meanthem. While I was initially attracted to Jasper, something about Travis was growing on me and my cock was very interested in getting to know him better. I knew he probably wasn’t interested. In fact, he’d made that very clear, but that didn’t stop me thinking about them both wanting me and being caught in a marine biologist sandwich.
They brought takeout home with them, but I just picked at mine, pushing it around the plate while I watched them chat like the old friends they were. In the end, I found it impossible to eat because who wants to eat dinner with a hard on.
“Penny for them, little one?” Jasper asked. I liked his nickname for me.It was better than Twinkle, I scoffed to myself.
“I’m fine. I promise,” I added, in case they were worried this was more Bobby-related sadness, and although I was still sad, their actions last night had helped.
“You’re not eating. You always eat,” he added, wiping his hands on his napkin before throwing it down next to his plate.
“I’m not hungry,” I said as I stood, regretting it instantly as my erection was almost sticking through the gap in my robe. I adjusted myself as best I could, using my plate to shield my ‘situation’ from them.
“We won’t make you come on the boat if that’s what you’re worried about. You can fly back to England. To be honest, I thought you’d want to come, and I didn’t want you to think I’d sent you off so I could spend time with Trav alone.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth. I’d not thought about that. A week alone on a boat while I sat back in my house on my own.
Nope, still not going.
“I know. It’s not that.”
Jasper stood and walked towards me. “Then what is it?”
He stepped around the counter and my hands went in front of my cock, trying to tame it back into submission, but having Jasper this close made it more needy.
His eyes dropped, and he bit down on his lip. “Oh.”
