Trust me, it’s a lot of fun.” Jack grinned, his head moving down to my neck, his kisses trailing down to my shoulder. “Although, you’ll have to be really quiet if you don’t want people to hear you moaning my name.”
“Jack…” I whimpered as I felt his hand shift down from my chest, his palm suddenly cupping my crotch, pressing firmly against my hardening cock. “Jack…”
“You might have to be just a little quieter than that, Austin,” Jack said, his mouth sucking lightly at my shoulder, his hand still pressing into my crotch. “Unless you want everyone inside the Bed & Breakfast to know how I’m touching you right now, to know how much you want me to touch you—”
“Stop.”
After I spoke the word, Jack pulled away from me, nearly moving to the other side of the porch, entirely. “I’m sorry, Austin. I shouldn’t have been so pushy—”
“Don’t you dare apologize for that.” I sighed as I rested my head against the building’s wall. “I fucking loved every minute of it.”
“Then, why did you ask me to stop?”
“Because I fucking loved every minute of it, Jack.” I whimpered again before bringing my hands up to either side of my face. “And I don’t know if I’d have the strength to stop you later on, not even if someone found us going at it on the back porch. There are a lot of things I could probably come back from, but fucking a guest on the porch? Parker and Eddie would pack my bags for me before I even got back to my room.”
“Oh.” Jack let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. Good. I thought I’d really screwed things up between us.” Jack then took a few steps closer to me before he added, “Well, if it’s only a matter of privacy… I’ll be waiting for you in my room, then, Austin.”
“Jack, I don’t know if—”
“Come. Don’t come.” Jack shrugged with a smile. “No hard feelings either way. I’m still going to talk to you tomorrow. I might even end up borrowing that one book from you, too, the one you were reading in the lobby this morning?” Jack turned toward the entrance back into the building before he spoke his final words. “Just… I’ll see you when I see you, okay?”
“I’ll see you when I see you, Jack,” I replied as I watched Jack step back into the Bed & Breakfast, soon disappearing from my sight.
You’re thirty, Austin.
Come to bed with me.
I think we’re on the same page.
I was tossing and turning in my bed as I hopelessly tried to get the conversation with Jack out of my mind. After he’d left the back porch, I’d decided at that same moment not to make my way to his bedroom, instead choosing to head down to the guestroom in the Bed & Breakfast’s basement, the place I’d been calling home for the last few months.
Because I had no idea what I was supposed to do when it came to Jack Timms.
It was clear from his own words tonight that he wanted a physical relationship with me, something simple that ended with me writhing against his mattress and his hands all over every part of my body. And typically, I would’ve been fine with giving Jack exactly what he wanted, especially if it meant I’d be getting what I wanted, too.
But there was just something different about Jack. When I chose guys to hookup with for a short-term fling, I’d often choose the kind of guy that I had no real interest in or connection with, someone I wouldn’t miss if we never spoke again for the rest of our lives. It didn’t matter to me what they did for work or what kind of hobbies they had or if they cared about anything outside of themselves, or if they cared about anything, at all.
But with Jack, it was like I was itching to know everything about the man, all the good and all the bad. Which meant that I was already way too close to him for him to qualify as just another hookup, while also still being sufficiently far enough away from him that I knew our connection still boiled down to being friends.
And as long as I didn’t go to Jack’s room tonight, as long as we never kissed again, as long as I never had another inappropriate thought about him, Jack and I never had to be anything more than friends. We could continue down the road of