But now… Well, let’s just say I’m having very little reservations about revoking my own straight card.
Pulling Jesse into my arms, I position him so he’s half-straddling me, our erections filling rapidly as we rub them together. He’s been sleeping in my bed every night, and I love it way too much. Without even needing to talk about it, he started moving things in here. And now his clothes and shoes are everywhere. He’s a permanent fixture in my bedroom.
And I suppose if he’s going to sleepwalk in here anyway, might as well cut out the middle-man.
The sounds of our ragged breaths and rampant lip-sucking are interrupted when his phone pings where it’s charging on my nightstand. I witness him peek at it, and my stomach tightens faster than I know how to react.
“I want you to delete his number.” My fingers slide down his throat. “Fucking block him. I’m dead serious.”
Jesse’s grin goes sunshine bright. “But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy how sexy you are when you’re being all jealous and possessive.” He thrusts his hips into mine until I grunt. “It’s beyond hot.”
Letting out a growl, I flip him fast, pinning him to the mattress beneath me. He gasps, eyes hooded with desire, lips all puffy and trembling. He’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t take it.
And he’s certainly right about my jealousy. That dumbass he goes to school with has been texting him for days, asking him to hang out, striking a fury in my veins I didn’t know I could possess.
I’ve never been a jealous person… ever. I guess I just never cared about someone enough to let it affect me. But just knowing that Jesse lost his virginity to some asshole who keeps him a secret… who uses him as a fucktoy whenever he’s in the mood… It has me bordering on murderous.
I might be projecting a little. But I refuse to believe that what Jesse and I have is the same. I don’t want to keep him hidden anymore. I want the world to know he’s mine, no matter what kind of repercussions I know for certain we would face.
It’s a tough spot to be in, for sure. No one would understand that what we’re doing isn’t wrong because we love each other… Consensually. He’s an adult, and nothing happened prior to that. For as much as it tripped me up at first, Jesse is insistent that I never did anything to groom him.
And I know he’s right. I wasn’t even aware of his feelings for me until Christmas.
This is the part of falling in love they don’t mention in the books, or movies. You want to believe love conquers all, but if I stepped outside right now and kissed the man I raised as my son for so many years, in public, there would be no swelling music, no cheers and praise for love at all costs.
People would freak out. And I would sooner die than let anyone say anything to Jesse that could hurt him, or make him feel like he’s anything but perfect.
So that’s why this vacation is necessary. To take us away from the reality we’ve known for so long and build a new one.
Even if it’s only temporary…
Or maybe it won’t be.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab his phone. Taking his hand in mine, I use his thumb to unlock it with the fingerprint, and he’s dying laughing the whole time. I’m smiling too, but I’m also wading past my waist in this obviously irrational jealousy.
Pulling up the new text from Tanner, I scoff out loud. “Really?? An eggplant, a question mark, and a pouty-face emoji?”
Jesse cackles, to which I scowl at him. His fingers trace my chest while he sighs through an unrelenting grin. “It’s not my fault I’m irresistible.”
“That you definitely are,” I mumble, fighting my own smile as I hand him the phone. “Are you afraid to tell him you’re unavailable?”
His eyes glimmer up at me. “Is that what I am? Unavailable?”
“You, sweet thing, are available only to me.” I press a soft kiss on his velvety lips. “And I’m available only to you.”
“Well, if that’s not a declaration of love, then I don’t know what is,” he chuckles on my mouth.
Sighing once more, he types out a reply to the asshole, with me peeking anxiously at the screen the whole time.
I read the text out loud as he hits send. “Sorry, homie. We’re done. I’m seeing someone. And it’s serious.” My brow arches at his face and he smirks. To which I laugh and kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re fucking adorable.”
“Facts,” he breathes, tossing the phone away and taking my jaw in his hands.
“You know Tanner is a stupid name, right?” I murmur in between kisses.
His sweet laugh rumbles into me. “I don’t know… I kinda liked it. Jesse and Tanner… like Full House, if Uncle Jesse took Becky’s last name.”
I squint at him. “Okay, so by that logic our names are way better… I mean, come on. Jesse James?? That’s epic.”
“Epic,” he continues to giggle roughly while his fingers roam my skin. “You’re right. Famous outlaw definitely trumps John Stamos.” I let a laugh slip, and he smirks. “Although… he is sorta hot…”
Grabbing his hands forcefully, I pin them above his head. “All this sass is going to get you in trouble, kid.”
He writhes beneath me, rubbing my erection with his own. “Bring it on… Daddy.”
And only minutes later, I’m inside him, pushing and pulling between his legs, lost in the heat and the sensation of him, of us. Of everything we are together.
“I love you, Jesse,” I release the truth, hoarse and falling apart so splendidly for him.
And he unfurls for me, in my arms. “I love you so hard, James.”
He’s mine, and I’m his.
And there’s nothing wrong with that.
Chapter 14
Jesse
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Ten Days Later…
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“My ass hurts.”
James gives me a look I can read, even beneath his sunglasses. “You want me to rub it?”
I laugh out loud. “Like you need an excuse.”
“Point well made, kid.”
We’re lying on a chaise lounge on our own private beach, in St. Barth. We’ve only been here for a few days, but it’s already been the best time of my life. Nothing but sex and good food and fun in the sun, all day every day.
I could get used to this.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, my ass doesn’t hurt from being railed six times a day, though that was certainly an adjustment, what with the size and general ferocity of the man who owns me, body, heart, and mind.
We went jet-skiing yesterday, and I was showing off, jumping some of the bigger waves. At the time it was a blast, but now my butt is sore as fuck.
Might have to take him up on a nice massage later, after we adjourn from sunbathing.
I attempt to subtly sneak out from under the umbrella that covers us, but James grabs me by the waist and tugs me back.
“Stop being fresh,” he scolds, a comfortable grin resting on his lips.
“I want to get just a little sun,” I whine. “I won’t burn, I promise.”
“Nice try,” he grunts, and I pout.