shorts. “These will be big on you, but they’ll have to do. I’ll be good. I promise.” He winked playfully.
The secret guy inside me who wanted to have wild, storage-room sex the way Jesse did, wanted to tell him not to be good, but I knew neither of us was ready for that. It was kind of perfect that Jake had never been with a guy, actually. He wouldn’t expect too much, too soon—not that someone like Jake would. “We’ll make it work.” I took the clothes from him. “I’ll use the bathroom in the hallway.”
Jake agreed, and I slipped into the other room, out of my clothes, cleaned up with a washcloth, took a leak, washed my hands, and smiled at myself in the mirror. I really hoped more orgasms with Jake were on the horizon.
When I got back into his bedroom, the only light on was the lamp on his nightstand. He was in bed, the blankets over him, but his shoulders were bare. “Do you want me to put a shirt on?” he asked. It was a reminder of how perfect this was, how much he respected me.
I shook Colton from my brain. “Absolutely not.”
He laughed. “Then get your ass in here.”
I climbed into bed with him, under the blankets. Jake turned out the light, and we lay there for a moment before he said, “I can hold you if you want.”
“Yes, please.” I went to him, and he wrapped an arm around me. My face was on his chest and my leg over him. He was wearing shorts too. “I like the feel of your chest hair against my cheek,” I said softly.
“I like the feel of you against me too,” he replied, and then we were quiet.
I fell into a perfect, dreamless sleep.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I jerked awake, disoriented for a moment, before remembering I was in Jake’s bed.
“Sorry.” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re welcome to stay if you want.”
“No, no. I can go home.”
Jake got out of bed, and I watched him move toward his dresser again. He had a broad, muscular back, a tight ass, and when he turned, a prominent tent in his shorts.
“I need to jump in the shower,” he told me.
“I’ll go ahead and go home.”
He frowned. “You sure?”
No, no I wasn’t. Still, I nodded. I had to hold the waist of his shorts so they didn’t fall down, and Jake laughed. “Shut up.”
“My clothes drown you. It’s cute as hell.”
“I’m not real excited about putting mine back on.”
“Don’t. Wear those.”
I was going straight home, so it should be fine. “Okay. Thanks for last night.”
“I feel like I should be thanking you,” he replied playfully. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Such a gentleman,” I teased. I loved how comfortable I felt around him.
Jake walked me downstairs, and when we got to the door, he cupped my face. His hands were huge on my cheeks and neck, which I loved. He leaned in and pressed a few soft kisses to my lips—no tongue, just sweet. They made me feel cherished. Treasured.
“I like you,” Jake told me.
“I like you too,” I replied, my heart thumping.
“Good. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay.” He kissed me again, and I whimpered, then ducked out before I made a fool of myself.
I was giddy the whole drive home. I wanted to call Jesse but knew he would likely be sleeping as he’d worked the night before. And I also wanted to go back to Jake’s and join him in the shower and do all sorts of naughty things, but I was nervous about that.
So instead I drove to my apartment, showered, got dressed, washed his clothes, then picked up my cell phone.
“Hey, you,” Jesse answered.
“Go with me to buy a car.” Holy shit. I hadn’t planned that, but the second I said it, I knew I wanted to.
“Um…what? I’m confused.”
“I hate my vehicle.”
“You have a Beamer! Holy fuck, Seth. How can you hate your ride?”
Of course he wouldn’t understand, because I’d never told Jesse all those things about me. All I knew was I felt invisible. I liked Jake, and he liked me, and we’d kissed and held each other and had orgasms, and now I was pretty sure there was nothing I couldn’t do.
Also, I hated my car.
“I appreciate my car, but it’s not me. Please don’t get me wrong. I know how lucky I am, but it’s just…not me,” I said again. “My mom forced me to get it because, well,