“Yeah, it is.”
9
Dylan
The first alarmdragged me out of a dead sleep. The second one made me want to throw my phone at the wall.
I rolled onto my back and blinked at the ceiling. In the other bed, Jase fumbled around on his nightstand until his phone stopped buzzing too.
“We can still be lazy,” I decided. “Shuttles don’t start until three.”
“Shuttlesstartat three,” he reminded me. “Tyler wants us on an early one, not the last one.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Jase swung his legs off the bed. “I’m taking a shower. Hopefully, that will wake me up.”
He headed into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, the water started running. I rubbed a hand over my face, then unlocked my phone and pulled up the text thread:
Floor length sapphire dress with a slit and a low back
My dick stirred just from thinking about Faye in the dress, and I imagined her stepping out of her room at the Donnelley estate, walking down the long hallway with polished floors and family photos on the walls, her heels clicking as her detail pretended not to watch her every move. She’d come down the main staircase, the ocean framed by big windows behind her, and that dress hugging her from her shoulders to her hips. The slit would open as she crossed the lawn toward the cliff, flashing a long line of leg with every step. The low back would show off every inch I wanted my hands on.
Heat rolled through my body at the image I had conjured in my mind, making my morning wood a serious problem.
I could hear the water in the next room, and out of nowhere, I pictured Jase under that spray, head tipped back, eyes closed, water sliding over his shoulders and chest. Years in locker rooms and shared apartments had given me plenty of memories. I knew the lines of his back, the lean muscle along his stomach, and how the towel sat low on his hips when he walked out of a bathroom without thinking.
My dick pressed harder against my boxers.
I rolled onto my side and pulled the covers higher over my hips, turning away from his bed. Breathing slowly didn’t fix a damn thing. The second I closed my eyes, my mind went straight to the last time we’d had Faye alone.
Her room had smelled of her perfume, clean sheets, and a hint of vanilla from the candle on her nightstand. She’d been in a short dress, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, her blonde hair spilling down her back. The way she’d tasted when she dragged me down for a kiss still lingered on my tongue if I thought about it longenough. Sweet lip gloss, salt from her skin, that little bite of tequila she’d been drinking. I remembered Jase at her side, his fingers running down her ribs and over her hip while my hand slid along her jaw and into her hair. She’d opened for me like she’d been waiting all night, fingers twisted in the front of my shirt while her other hand reached back and grabbed Jase’s neck to pull him closer. He had eased her zipper down, the straps sliding off her shoulders until the dress hit the floor. The ocean air skimmed over her bare skin, making her nipples peak under her bra.Her body had been hot under my hands, soft in all the right places, her muscles shifting as she moved between us.
I had sat on the mattress and pulled her between my legs. Jase had stayed at her back, his hands cupping her breasts and his thumbs grazing her nipples, while his mouth had been at her neck. At one point, I’d glanced up and met his eyes over her shoulder. We’d both looked way too happy.
My body reacted as it had that night, and soon the throbbing in my cock turned into pure pressure. Thinking about the upcoming ceremony didn’t help. Thinking about vows and speeches didn’t help. My brain was rooted to how Faye had looked on her bed, her head tipped back, with our hands on her.
There was no way I was walking into a day full of wedding chaos and meeting the president and first lady like this. My body wanted relief now, and fighting it wasn’t doing anything except making me more wound up.
I let out a low groan into the pillow and stopped pretending I was stronger than my hormones. I rolled onto my back, shoved the sheet and my boxers down enough to free my shaft, then wrapped my hand around myself. My knees bent, and my heels dug into the mattress so my hips could lift into my grip. I worked myself fast, chasing the release I needed before Jase came out of the bathroom.
My imagination initially focused on Faye as I pumped, but soon the image of her in her sapphire dress blurred into something else, and out of nowhere, I saw Jase under the shower spray again. My thoughts became about him in all his glory, and my hand moved faster, my dick leaking at the image.
What the hell was I doing?
I’d never been in bed thinking about him before, not alone, not with my hand on myself. We had shared women, including Faye, and had done plenty of crazy shit together, but my brain had always filed him under best friend and family. That line had been clear.
Until right now, that is. At this moment, my body didn’t care about that line at all.
My hand picked up the pace, my hips chasing my grip. While the image of him under the water tried to stick, I pushed Faye in front again, forcing myself to see her on her knees on her bed between my legs, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open on a broken breath, and my cock against her lips. Jase stayed there anyway, his chest pressed to her back, his hand firm on her hip, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder as she trembled between us.
My breathing turned ragged, and my stomach clenched. The pressure that had been driving me crazy spiked until it hurt. Everything else dropped away. The hotel room, the wedding, the shuttle, all of it muddled as my hand worked faster. I bit the inside of my cheek in an attempt to swallow the sounds in my throat, and let my release slam through me until my muscles locked and cum rushed out in sharp waves.
After a few moments, I dragged in a breath and forced my eyes open. Jase stood between the beds, a towel low on his hips, his hair damp and curling at the ends. His gaze dropped to my fist, still wrapped around myself, to the jizz on my stomach, then up to my face.
“Not like you’ve never seen me come before,” I rasped.
One corner of his mouth twitched upward. Something flickered in his eyes I didn’t know how to read. “Not usually before coffee.”
