A Christmas Break - Annabelle Jacobs Page 0,14

was cold.

The heating kicked in at 6.30 but it was no match for the warmth of my bed. As much as I’d like to stay asleep, I was picking Christian up on the way to the course, so I shoved the covers off, got up, and headed to the en suite for a shower.

At least I wouldn’t disturb Jasper.

“Arse.” I groaned at the sight of the empty towel rail. I knew there was something I was supposed to do yesterday. All the towels were in the airing cupboard on the landing.

Being as quiet as possible, I crept out of my room on silent feet to retrieve some towels. The airing cupboard door was a little stiff, but I got it open fairly quietly.

Towels in hand, I turned and ran smack bang into a yawning Jasper.

“Fuck, sorry,” he muttered, blinking sleepy eyes at me and stepping back.

I slept in my underwear, and so apparently did he. And I’d just felt his morning wood up close and personal. Without my permission, my gaze dropped to his chest, which was hairier than I’d expected. A dark happy trail disappeared into his boxer-briefs and, Jesus, it was sexy as fuck.

He cleared his throat and to my utter mortification, I realised I’d been caught.

Ignoring the heat suffusing my cheeks, I met his not so sleepy gaze. “No, it was my fault, I didn’t expect you to be up.”

“Needed the loo,” he said, not bothering to hide his checking me out, which I guessed was only fair since I’d just done the same to him. His open perusal sent a shiver down my spine. My pulse sped up when he licked his lips.

“Yeah, of course.” I gestured in the direction of my bedroom. “I need to hop in the shower.”

Glancing down at my crotch, he smirked. “Have fun.”

God, kill me now. I didn’t need to look down to know that my cock was fattening up nicely, all of which was on display in my snug underwear.

Fuck it.

I grinned at him and winked. “I fully intend to.”

His lips parted, a slightly shocked expression on his face as he stared back at me.

Yeah, you weren’t expecting that.

Point to Finn.

I may have had a little swagger in my step as I walked back to my bedroom.

Once inside the safety of my room, I blew out a shaky breath, unable to resist palming my cock through the taut material.

God, that felt good.

I hadn’t felt all that much like wanking after Evan fucked off. Not to say I hadn’t done it, I was only human, but I hadn’t felt this turned on beforehand.

I gave my cock another lazy rub, closing my eyes, and picturing Jasper’s— Nope!

Not going there.

Accidently getting an eyeful was one thing. Purposely picturing him while rubbing one out was a different beast altogether.

I tried to shake the images out of my head and hurried into the bathroom, aware that I was tight for time now.

Once under the hot spray with my eyes closed, I was powerless to stop my mind from going back there. His wasn’t the body of a scrawny teenage boy.

And thank god for that.

Whatever Jasper had got up to on his travels, his body had reaped the benefits. He was all lean muscle.

And dark body hair.

Because of course he was, considering I had a bit of a thing for hairy forearms and thighs. Not to mention that happy trail.

Fuck.

With a soapy hand, I gripped my cock, already accepting it was pointless to try and fight it. I could feel guilty about it later.

Bracing myself on the shower wall for support, I brought myself off with quick, sure strokes, resulting in a fast but extremely satisfying orgasm.

Now I was in danger of being late, and no way was I explaining to Christian why.

Once out of the shower I hurriedly dried off and got dressed, wondering if Jasper had gone back to bed or downstairs.

And if he was still in just his underwear.

Fuck, we definitely needed to wear pyjama bottoms from now on.

Maybe I could add it as another rule.

Wouldn’t that be a fun conversation?

Jasper was nowhere to be seen when I got downstairs, which was probably for the best since I might struggle to look him in the eye so soon after wanking over him.

With a mental note to never do that again, I fed Angus, grabbed my clubs, and left to get Christian.

Chapter 4

Jasper

I spent most of Sunday unpacking my stuff and trying not to think about Finn in his underwear.

And in the shower.

Naked and