Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,8
straight-laced stick-in-the-mud, I kind of admire that about him.
Chapter 4
Ian Alexander
It’s midnight, and I can’t sleep. I’m usually out at this time of night, hitting the clubs with friends. My phone is lit up with text messages from Chris and Trey asking me where the hell I am. I keep tossing and turning in bed, the covers a twisted wreck.
I’ve got a raging hard on, thanks to a certain someone I can’t stop fantasizing about. I’ve already rubbed one out tonight, with his face front and center in my mental spank bank. And now I’m ready for another go.
Damn, that man is hot. In spite of his old school, uptight, repressed manner, he makes me tingle. I can’t figure him out, though. I think that’s because he hasn’t figured himself out. My heart pounds every time I’m near him and he sears me with those mesmerizing blue-green eyes.
When I saw him the other night at Tank’s, my pulse kicked into overdrive. Damn! I was there with some straight friends that night, and when I pointed him out to the guys, they told me he was a regular. They said he showed up every Friday night at eight p.m., and he’d sit at the bar drinking alone until around ten, when he’d leave, almost always alone. They told me he was hit on frequently by both women and men and, occasionally, he’d leave with a woman.
But the way he looked at me outside the men’s room that night—damn. I can still remember the blatant hunger in his eyes as we made eye contact. He made my body light up like fireworks. And I would have sworn he was feeling it too. He has to be at least bi.
That man is so tightly wired! I can’t imagine what it would be like to be on the receiving end of all that intensity. God, what I wouldn’t give to find out.
When I saw him that night at the bar, the Earth tilted beneath my feet. I know it sounds sappy as hell, but I felt it. My entire body vibrated with arousal.
I couldn’t figure him out that night, and I still can’t. The way he watched me tonight, his eyes roaming over my chest when I met him at the door in nothing but a towel. Of course, I did it on purpose. I wanted to see his reaction. And, wow, did I get a reaction! The way his eyes locked onto my body… he looked like he wanted to eat me alive. Damn! But I want more than just his gaze on me. I want those hands on me as well. And that sexy-as-sin mouth!
My thoughts turn to Eric, and I’m immediately flooded with guilt. He and I had grown apart the past few months as we saw less and less of each other. He’d gotten involved with someone who was into bondage and pain. I don’t mind a little rough sex, but no one is hog-tying me or sticking a ball gag in my mouth. No fucking way.
Tonight, I gave Tyler what he asked for: a list of the clubs Eric frequented, and when I think of a certain uptight homicide detective visiting those clubs, I can’t help smiling. I’d give anything to see the look on Detective Jamison’s face when he visits the more flamboyant clubs.
I scroll through my Instagram feed and watch some YouTube. Then, still feeling desperately horny, I jack off one more time, with Tyler’s face plastered across my mind. I imagine him here with me, in my bed. I imagine his hands on me, strong and fierce. Controlling. His mouth on me, his tongue teasing my nipple piercings. His cock sliding in deep. Fuck! Pushing, pounding into me, grazing my prostate, making my nerves sing. More pounding, deep inside, hard, harder! My back arches off the mattress, and I let out a strangled cry as my climax rushes through me.
Finally, after I’ve milked the last little bit of pleasure, I’m left shaking.
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After showering and dressing the next morning, I make coffee and slather a toasted bagel with strawberry cream cheese. I’ve been under house arrest essentially for twenty-four hours now, and I’m ready to climb the walls. I cannot handle being cooped up.
I used to drive my parents crazy sneaking out of my bedroom at night. They’d find me sleeping on a sofa or crashed out on the floor of my baby sister’s room.