Hot as Puck(31)

“I want to watch you next time.” The words are out of my mouth before I can worry about whether they’re the right thing to say, another unusual-for-the-bedroom occurrence.

But then, we’re not in a bedroom. We’re in the middle of a public park, where we could be discovered at any moment. And I’m still lying here with Justin’s hand on my stomach and his release all over my hand.

“Watch me come?” He pulls back, that sexy, simmering look in his eyes again. When I nod, he adds in a husky voice, “I think that can be arranged. Let’s go back to my place. I’ll make you come on my mouth until you beg for mercy, and then you can return the favor, if you’re up for it.”

“Yes,” I say, giddy at the thought. “But you’ll have to teach me how. I’ve only done that once and I was really bad at it.”

“I seriously doubt that, Libs.” He cleans my hand with the bottom of his tee shirt before tucking himself back in his jeans. “Have you ever thought that maybe it wasn’t you who was the problem, babes? I mean, Brett became a priest, for God’s sake.”

“Literally.” I giggle at my joke, smile widening when Justin laughs with me.

“Right.” He sits up beside me as I pull my clothes back into place. “He was probably dealing with a lot of guilt about sex, and guilt makes everything un-fun and un-sexy. Even with a smoking-hot fox like you.”

I sit up, crossing my legs. “I don’t feel guilty now. Do you?”

“Not even a little bit.” His gaze burns into mine with a heat that gives me a full body shiver. “I can’t wait to show you all the different ways I can make you come. It’s my new fucking mission in life, Libs. Literally.”

I grin and lean in, giving him an impulsive kiss that turns into something slow and sweet and oh so good.

When we finally part, I’m warm and tingling all over, and so grateful to Jus for what he’s done for me already that I decide not to worry about the monster in his pants. When and if we decide to go that far, I can talk to him about my concerns and we’ll work through it together. Jus is my friend, and has been for years, and he’s right, we’ve always been able to talk.

It might be a little awkward, but I can talk to him about anything, even the possibility that he might have elephantiasis of the penis.

I snort, but cover it with a cough as Jus helps me to my feet.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, eyes narrowed.

I shake my head. “Nothing. I’m just happy. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Seriously, Libby, I’m going to get every bit as much out of this as you are. Now I don’t have to worry about rebounding from Sylvia, and I’ll get to spend some quality time with a very good friend. Naked. Have I mentioned that I’m really excited about getting you naked?”

I bite my lip, fighting a smile. “I’m pretty excited about getting you naked, too. You’re not the most hideous specimen I’ve seen, Cruise.”

“You either, Collins.” He chuckles as he loops an arm around my shoulders, hugging me close as we start back through the chapel toward the trail. “But can we stop for pizza on the way back to my place? I skipped lunch and I’m going to need something to keep my stamina up until one or two in the morning.”

“I have to be at school by seven a.m.,” I warn him. “Some of us work normal hours for a living, you know.”

“Does that mean you’re not sleeping over?” He sounds so sad I can’t help but laugh.

“No, it means, we’re asleep by ten, so I can get up at six and swing by my place to shower and change clothes before I head into school. Or we could just go to my place instead…”

He shakes his head. “No, my place is closer, and I have a Jacuzzi. And I need to do terrible wonderful things to you in there as soon as possible.”

“Okay.” I glance up at him, my stomach fluttering. “Just don’t move too fast, okay? Maybe take the training wheels off a little at a time?”

“Don’t worry, Libs,” he says, expression sobering. “I get it. There’s no pressure on my end. Like I said, I just want to make you feel good. We’ll go slow, you can ask all the questions you want, and we’ll keep the lines of communication open. If I’m doing something you don’t like, or vice versa, we’ll talk about it, make adjustments, and we’ll both come hard and often. It’s all good.”

“Sounds good,” I say, cheeks heating again. “And maybe I’ll eventually stop blushing every time we have a conversation like this.”